Welcome to my Sweet Saturday Sample. I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving.
Today's sample is from my current editing/rewriting project, The King of Anavrea. I hope it makes you desire more since it is the opening paragraphs of chapter one.
The stone walls of the tower cooled her hands in spite of the unseasonable warmth of the past week. Gratefully, Lirth leaned her head against the rough stone. The cold surface chilled her fevered skin.
The distant clash of metal against metal echoed in the corridor and stairwell outside the thick oak door of her room. The din steadily grew closer and she grasped at the calm she had felt only moments before.
I knew this was coming someday, yet... She caught herself mid thought. She should be thankful that she had known. Frustration flared. Why must patience be so difficult?
The unseen Kurios did not respond. She knew He was there and she knew He was the source of her intuition.
It is not that I am not thankful. She pointed out. I know well enough Your intervention is the sole reason I have not been more battered. Instead, of abusing me and or using me, they isolate me.
Shortly after her abduction five summers before, Baron Tor locked Lirth away in the cold tower room and forbid his men from speaking to her. By the grace of the Kurios, he chose not to execute her or hand her over to one of his minions. She had opportunity to cherish the hope of freedom.
The clanging below abruptly ceased. A death cry echoed within the stone tower below her room.
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