Here's another round of Snippets! The following are from Peder's story. I believe it is finished, I just have a whole lot of editing to do... Hang in there! I plan to post his story in parts as soon as it's complete.
Enjoy.
All in a Day's Work
“For two years, I was in
prison. And oddly, during that time, I gained a friend, though at
first I ignored her presence.” At the mention of her, Peder's
eyebrows raised, but Slannin paid no mind. “I wanted nothing to do
with her. But her persistence, her patience... She opened my eyes to a
Great Love, though, till now, I had yet to accept it.”
[Slannin]
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“ ...she believes
you are a troubled man, seeking refuge and purpose. Yet not a physical
refuge. Rest for the spirit, as my father used to say.” Slannin
looked away, but Peder continued. “In a sense, we are all searching for a purpose in this
dark world. Some find it in wealth, others in family, and still
others, maybe in labor or work they have a passion for.”
“And you?”
“My rest is in my God,
Eliadan, the Master-maker. He alone gives me a purpose. A hope to
press on.”
[Peder]
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A phrase entered his mind
and he nearly laughed despite himself.
Well, there goes my
reputation.
[Slannin]
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“Well met, Man-son, well
met. One who denies himself is one of noble worth.”
[Lord Keighvyn, the white Dragon]
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"...Gondoa is reputed to be a strong nation.
If she keeps to her founding roots - the belief and trust in the God
who made her - then she will remain so.”
[Captain Jaron]
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These next two are from my much larger story, Safia, which I'm currently working on while editing Peder's All in a Day's Work. This scene takes place Safia's mother's home country of Charan (pro. sha-RAHN). You get a peek of her cousins on the Rouseau side. I'm not sure if you will ever see her father's family... They're a Viking style lot and tend to wander than stay in one place...
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It was mid-morning by the time the
group of four arrived at the border of the Tuedor Forest. The trees
that made up the Charian wood were tall and stately. From the first
moment she allowed her horse's foot to step within its borders, Safia
was amazed at the simply beauty. Each tree reached nearly one
hundred feet tall, yet were not as ancient or as large as the giants
of the Gondian or Ardish forests.
[from Safia]
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“You are full of surprises today,
aren't you? Is there anything else you can't tell me?” she said,
looking from one to the other. They nodded cheerfully and Aldric
gestured to Logan, who rode ahead.
“Hey, Logan! Could we tell her–”
“No.”
The boys turned to her in mock
sadness.
“Sorry, lady. No telling of
secrets. Lord Rouseau's orders.” They laughed and Logan turned
around, pretending to be angry. He winked at Safia and she joined
their laughter.
A healing peace, she thought, grateful for
her new family.
[Logan and Payton Rouseau (brothers), Aldric Duval, and Safia Leifson - a group of cousins]
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To each is given a bag of tools,
A shapeless mass, and a book of rules,
And each must make, ere life is flown,
A stumbling block or a stepping stone.
-Anonymous-