Proofs are here!
Just received the proof for our upcoming anthology. I’m so excited! I’ve decided to share a little excerpt on this fine Sunday (keeping up with an old tradition of posting pieces of our works in progress on Sundays).
I’ll post a link as soon as it becomes available.
He glanced down at the book he held, caressing the cover as if it were a talisman. Her hand flew to her throat where the five-pointed-star pendant hung. The sight of his gentle touch provoked a powerful yearning in Mora’s bones, a yearning to know that sensation.
“I teach literature. Irish literature, of course. Are you quite sure this is a dream?”
“I’m positive,” she sighed.
He chuckled, walking toward the bower, touching the verdant leaves of the plant that encased it. “That means none of this is real.”
Mora breathed deeply to steady her pounding heart. “That’s right.”
He looked across the expanse of the glade upon which they stood, a long line of undulating hills in both directions, swallowed by the fog. “This isn’t part of my memory. I’ve been to the countryside, but this place is unfamiliar.”
Mora walked toward him. “It is a fusion of memories. Pieces of recollections that come together to create this landscape.” She found it easy to conjure the lovely visions from images already in the mind, and he was full of them, both real and imagined. “Do you not find it beautiful?”
His eyes fell on her, discreetly roving over her figure again. It was clear he was a gentleman. “Everything here is beautiful.”