Welcome Warriors, and Snipsuns. So glad you could stop by for a visit. :-) August already? Sure sounds like it outside my window. The birds are quiet but the locusts and cicadas are loud.
Weekend Writing Warriors is a weekly bloghop. Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, to go live between noon, Saturday and 9:00 AM Sunday EST. Then we visit each other and read, comment, critique, encourage--all those things that do a solitary writer's heart good.
Snippet Sunday group from facebook--not us, but many of our participants do both, can be found HERE
The travelers are now on the boat that is taking them upriver into the Firce Mountains. :-) We are still in Kad's POV.
The sun was high enough that it cleared hilltops, shining part way down the mountainsides of the river gorge. The course wound back and forth, the hills reaching higher with each passing mile. Along wide bends, exposed layers of rock strata told an ancient tale. And where the river narrowed, there were long, straight stretches of nearly vertical rock walls.
Wiley pointed at rock spires dotting the gorge on either side. “My cathedrals. I talk to my Maker when I go by. Ain’t no worship place more real and fitting than out here on the water and under the sky.”
Tayden asked, “And does your Maker ever answer you?”