The weekend is here!
I don't know about you, but my week's end has gotten off to a great start. After working three days this week, I took my Friday to clean house and run errands. I'm a definite homebody, y'all - LOVE being a homemaker! The calling and "career" of a homemaker/wife/mother is one of the most beautiful, challenging, and incredible things.
I still have so much to learn - it's overwhelming at times, but my God and my husband are so faithful and good.
But anywho, you didn't come here to read all that, did you? I bet you skimmed and skipped till you came to this little sentence. . . ;D Well, it's okay! This post is to welcome you and the weekend, and also to share some snippets from my current WIP (work-in-progress).
Noya
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If I could sum it up in one sentence:
An Elvish retelling of the beloved faerietale Beauty & the Beast.
(by yours truly *^ - ^*)
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I don't know about you, but my week's end has gotten off to a great start. After working three days this week, I took my Friday to clean house and run errands. I'm a definite homebody, y'all - LOVE being a homemaker! The calling and "career" of a homemaker/wife/mother is one of the most beautiful, challenging, and incredible things.
I still have so much to learn - it's overwhelming at times, but my God and my husband are so faithful and good.
But anywho, you didn't come here to read all that, did you? I bet you skimmed and skipped till you came to this little sentence. . . ;D Well, it's okay! This post is to welcome you and the weekend, and also to share some snippets from my current WIP (work-in-progress).
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If I could sum it up in one sentence:
An Elvish retelling of the beloved faerietale Beauty & the Beast.
(by yours truly *^ - ^*)
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One
of these objects was a small chest of books cherished by Noya's late
mother. Many were of faerie tales passed down through generations,
and others held knowledge of distant countries or illustrated poetry.
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The
weeks passed and turned into months. Winter came and went, leaving
in its wake the blooms and buds of Spring. According to the
townsfolk, they had endured a rather mild season of frost and
snowfall. Still, it was with a happy heart that Noya welcomed the
newly awakened Spring, for she disliked the cold with a passion that
made her father and brothers laugh.
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“Oh
no, I thank you, but I need for nothing at all.”
“Oh
come now. New material for a gown? Some lace? Ah, I know! A book
or three in which to travel the world and conquer all?”
She
laughed lightly. “You know me far too well. But of what use do I
have for a new dress? And there's no need for lace, far too dainty
for this clumsy farmgirl. I manage to keep the house lovely, I
daresay, and while I adore books, that money can be put to better
use.”
“Bah.
You sound more and more like an old mother every day–”
“What?
I'll have you kn–”
“–and
you never think of yourself. Be selfish for me this one time,
alright?” He didn't allow her to respond, instead he wrapped an arm
around her shoulders. “Now, what gift might I bring you, little
sister, if only to give myself the pleasure of blessing you for a
change.”
She
couldn't bring herself to be angry with him. He was just as
stubborn, if not more. “A pouch of seeds.”
“Flower
seeds?”
She
smiled. “Yes. Roses, to be more specific. Those should suffice,
young man,” she added with a wink.
“Seeds.”
She
looked at him expectantly, waiting to make sure her request
registered.
It
did, though he seemed perplexed at such a small request. “Seeds it
is,” he said, standing abruptly. “Roses. Very well, as you
wish!”
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She
ran to him and helped him from the saddle, noting how he stumbled a
bit and looking with concern at the nasty bruise on his jawbone.
“Oh
Brom, I've been so worried!” she cried, wrapping her arms around
him as soon as he turned to her.
“I
know,” he said softly. “The pass was blocked.”
She
nodded. “Master Black told us everything. They searched for you
for hours.”
“I
found. . . another way.” What was that in his eyes? Sorrow?
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He
stood a silent giant just inside the border of his Wood, watching the
young man and his sister converse quietly under the shelter of the
house.
The
maiden was even more lovely than he had imagined.
A
low growl escaped his lips. It was far too late to be thinking such
things.
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Noya
blinked suddenly. Before her, though she knew not how her feet had
led her here, was a garden filled with roses. It was walled in by
marble arches – like doorways – and graceful pillars, making her
think of an upside down crown, its open roof nearly thoroughly
covered by a canopy of roses. Three benches were located at
intervals around the circular walls and a great tree of roses, the
mother-plant, rose from the rich dirt and moss in the center.
A
sanctuary.
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The
Beast – Master of the Wood, king of the Hidden Realm – was now
the warden of a prisoner.
A
girl.
Excellent,
he thought, his tortured mind at war. What was he to do with her?
Discreetly,
he looked over his shoulder as they walked. They had entered the
great castle doors and she was following silently, like an obedient
dog.
Her
hands were clasped in front of her body, knuckles white, and her eyes
were cast down, watching his hooved feet. Candlelight flickered from
their sconces at certain intervals in the hallway they were now in,
catching a bit of moisture on her cheeks.
Abruptly,
he jerked himself to face forward again, cursing under his breath.
A
girl.
And
a weepy one at that.
This
was disastrous. What had possessed him to confront the foolish
mortal? Ah, but of course. A Beast. And why? Because he had stolen
from the only thing that was now most precious to him. The cause of
his curse.
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*waits with bated breath*
Well? What do you think? :]
I'd be delighted to know!
Sarah
Interesting snippets, Sarah! I'm really intrigued by this story. I seem to be missing the Elvish elements though. Was that on purpose for spoiler purposes or did I just miss them?
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Hi, Catherine! You didn't miss them at all. It was merely a spoiler/awareness kind of thing. I am still in the ROUGH draft of this, but hopefully it will all come together and be more clear. I was only hoping to catch the reader's attention. :] Thanks for commenting!!
DeleteOoooooh my gracious goodness alive. SARAH! THESE SNIPPETSSS. If I had to describe beautiful, I'd just use these snippets as an example. Because that's what they are--BEAUTIFUL. Breathtaking, really!
ReplyDeleteIs it an older brother in the spot that the father usually takes in this story? Because I love that twist! Older brother-younger sister relationships in books are one of my FAVES. And I love how now that the Beast HAS a girl, he doesn't even know what to do with her. XDDD It's too great!
I just loved all of these SO. MUCH!!! You must share more sometime. I absolutely love your beautiful writing style. It's so perfect for a Beauty and the Beast story!
Dear Lauri! I just realized I'd never replied to your comment!! AHHHH! Thank you SO much for your kind words. I'm delighted to know you like these snippets.
ReplyDeleteYes, it's Brom is Noya's older brother -- second of the four siblings. Haha! Yes, that's kind of how I would react if I were in his place, so I thought, "why not?"
Thank you, dear friend!!