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This is from a WIP, a fantasy story. Working
title is: "Taydan: Child Denied"
I've skipped a few sentences to move it along.The
ruler, Deamante, is about to become a father. His mate's sister,
Crinda, has come and she's unwelcome. This week's eight is a dose of heavy foreshadowing, and a storm's blown in: Creative punctuation in use. :-)
Undaunted, Deamante fired back, “And look where
it has brought us, Rella and me. Look at the good coming for the
Dominion, a son born this day.”
Brilliant
flashes of lightning came amid resounding rumbles— a harbinger of doom. Deamante could see it— the wisdom tree standing so
close to the house it was witness to this birth. Its mighty trunk, a
lesson in naked strength, gave way to twisted and weak, broken and gnarled branches. The wind roared through it, shouting to the
ruler, but pride numbed his ears. He didn't hear it say, “From the mighty
sometimes come the weak, a willow in the shadow of an oak."
Crinda turned away from Rella's face, and with a voice that carried more sadness now than anger, said, " I've been looking, Deamante, and don't see good coming; I see sorrow. And most of tomorrow's sorrows were sown a long time before today.”
I love the voice in this piece, very epic! =D
ReplyDeleteThanks, Steven! :-)
DeleteWow. Very vivid. Great piece.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Anne! :-)
DeleteDammit, Blogger ate my post :-(
ReplyDeleteI like this a lot, I just tripped a bit on the repetition of "look" in Crinda's ending dialogue. She says to him "you keep looking" as if that's a bad thing, but admits to "looking" herself, so that seems contradictory. Maybe her point should be that he's looking in the wrong place?
I like what you're doing with the story. The way you reveal things slowly has pulled me right in :-)
Good catch on the "look" tripping up the reader. I didn't read it out loud. I did some rework, but am sure this isn't the end of the rewriting it. ~sigh~ It's never quite good enough. :-) Thanks, Marcia!
DeleteOh wow, I am so worried about this mom and baby now. Pride sure can keep us from seeing truth. I love the visual of the wisdom tree!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Millie :-) !
DeleteThe magnificent storm, nature in all her fury. Very Shakesperean.
ReplyDeleteCrinda's speech might be edited removing look as a key word. She looks and sees the past and future. The great Deamante can be forced to see what he has wrought with with other words.
I love this.
Good observation on the word "look". And I thank you much for that! :-)
DeleteOh, excellent writing Teresa. You painted that scene beautifully with your words. And what does all this mean for mother and child I wonder? You certainly are building trouble to come. Well done!
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Thanks, Cindy! I'm following through with this opening chapter nearly in its entirety. :-)
DeleteImpending doom, indeed! You really made this scene come to life and I love the idea of a "Wisdom Tree".
ReplyDeleteThanks, Debbie! :-)
DeleteBeautifully written. I love how your prose makes this piece so strong! Well done!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Lauren :-)
DeleteThe part about the tree made me shiver, it was SO good, and seems to foreshadow things becoming very difficult if not tragic. Really an excellent excerpt!
ReplyDeleteTragic...perhaps. :-) Thanks, Veronica! :-)
DeleteI can see several places this foreshadowing could lead. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThere are several :-) Thanks Sue Ann :-)
DeleteOh my, that does sound like an ominous bit of foreshadowing. Poor baby willow.
ReplyDeleteIndeed! Thanks, Claire! :-)
DeleteWonderful imagery and beautiful writing!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Gemma!! :-)
DeleteOh, wow. That gave me shivers. "From the mighty sometimes come the weak..." That part really got me. So ominous. I'm salivating here - more please!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Nora. More coming up on Sunday :-)
DeleteI love the powerful imagery in this, and the crackling tension between the characters.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Carrie-Anne! :-)
Delete"A lesson in naked strength" such beautiful imagery with the tree. Charmaine said it so well, the way you're foreshadowing the elements of a tragedy in a very classical sense. Clever. I love it.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Dana. Wish I could say I was trying for classic tragedy. ~sigh~ Sometimes happenstance works, though. ;-)
DeleteExcellent imagery. Wow!
ReplyDeleteThanks! :-) :-D <-- Big smile.
DeleteWow, what awesome imagery/analogy involving the tree! Well done. ::biting nails for the child now::
ReplyDeleteThanks, Rose :-) ! The child is in harm's way. :-)
DeleteIt sounds like she's not there to make trouble, but to warn them?
ReplyDeleteVery mysterious!
Thanks, Sarah! :-)
DeleteDescriptive and flows wonderfully! A very pleasant read.
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Thank you, Roberta! :-)
DeleteInteresting. This is to wet my palate, right? So when do I get to read more?
ReplyDeleteThanks, Crystal! :-) Posting a little each week. I'm busy editing it. :-) There is NEVER enough time.
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