Happy Wednesday Everyone!
Well it is time for WIP Wednesday (since I finally remembered, whoopsie haha)
sorry I haven’t been on the ball lately. Trying to get the third book out there to you. I am now at the 71 k word marker, so yay, this is getting real.
So without further adieu, here you are. I hope you enjoy. 🙂 Hugs to everyone.
All her memories, bad and good rush back to her at the sound of her birthmother’s name. Gabrian halts, disrupting the smooth pristine placement of the white sands at her feet. “Wait a minute, you know Cera?”
Rhada looks down at her, his face warm and inviting, giving her a quick, golden eyed glance dancing in humour and accompanied a cheerful smirk to curl upon his lips. “We have met a time or two.”
Gabrian turns, and grapples onto his white cottoned sleeves, pulling him into an unavoidable stop. “But we are in Erebus? How could that be? Is she dead too?” she pants eager for his reply.
But he only steps around her, continuing his journey without her, offering her no solace just a crooked grin as his eyes grip hold of her own and grants her a strange otherworldly dilation in his passing.
She gasps as a straight black line jets out from the center of his eyes—widening across the golden hue of his irises, flaring out then returning to its place of birth as if never born. Gabrian staggers, nearly tripping over herself as she now remembering why this man seems so familiar.
“The stairs,” She stutters, groveling over herself, “you are the young man on the stairs, the one that disappeared into thin air the night I went to the college to speak with Cimmerian, the night of my attack.”
With a golden wink and a grin, not breaking his stride he peeks over his shoulder and answers her, “Hmm, you have a good memory.”