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Happy Weekend! Plus some Snippets. . .

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).

If I could sum it up in one sentence:
An Elvish retelling of the beloved faerietale Beauty & the Beast.
(by yours truly  *^ - ^*)


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.


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.


          “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.
          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!”


          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?


          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.


          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.


          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. 


*waits with bated breath*

Well?  What do you think?  :]

I'd be delighted to know!


  1. 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?


    1. 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!!

  2. Ooooooh 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!

    Is 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!

  3. 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.

    Yes, 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!!


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