This is a snippet from my latest chapter, taken from book three “Healer”
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Upon entry, he found Ashpin leaning against the window overlooking
the front yard. A few voices floated in from below, those of merchants
and items being loaded onto carts.
“You all right?” Wisdom asked. “You were quiet on the ride back yesterday.”
Ashpin shrugged. “Just… thinking.”
Wisdom left the door open as he strolled closer to the window. A
series of squeaking carts from below confirmed the merchants leaving for
town. “About what Lord Gracie said?”
The boy continued to watch the merchants as he spoke. “Sometimes I
have to wonder about all the things my mother talked about while she was
sick. I learned to believe the ones when I knew she was aware, and just
listen to the ones when I knew it was just…” He finally looked over to
the prince. “You know.”
Wisdom remained quiet, and only gave a slight nod in understanding.
He recalled when his own mother had taken ill. Never once had he doubted
her words to discover what he was or where he came from. Then again,
she had been well enough to tell him before the illness completely
claimed her, while Ashpin’s mother had lingered in uneasy cycles between
truth and fiction.
“Did she ever mention if anything happened to your father?” he asked.
“No.” Back to the window again.
An awkward silence lingered while the prince thought of a way to
liven the mood. News of the boy’s father darkened the room; its presence
was a testimony to Osha’s warning. There were no more carts outside.
The last of the merchants had disappeared under the draping trees a few
minutes back heading into town. It was there the prince needed to be,
and with that thought an idea emerged.
Friday, January 25, 2013
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