Medieval Monday, autumn-style

WEEK 12

We made it to the end of Medieval Monday, fall edition. And guess what? It went out with a BANG of a Nor’Easter here in central MA, with about 10-12 inches of snow yesterday. Instead of my usual fall palette, I’m offering up the winter dish I got this weekend.

Check out Medieval Romance Lovers as we share in the fall theme of "Nature" in our excerpts from our medieval stories. You’ll see weekly snippets each Monday on our blogs. And since I live in New England, home to memorable fall foliage, I will continue to try to post some photos! This week, though, is a map from my book. The trilogy spans across northern England, the Highlands, and west to the isles.

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This week’s snippet…

Set-up:

Domhnall is a Seer who descends from powerful Ancients with mystical abilities. He suffers from terrible visions of the Sight, an affliction that comes with each touch, except with Rosalie. He is taking Rosalie on a stroll through the village. They come upon the loch shore and he suggests they collect pebbles for her necklace-making. Rosalie is a crafter and fortune-teller, scrimping to make ends meet and support her uncle and aunt, but she is also on the run from a vengeful noblewoman not pleased with her readings. She tells lies for a living. Domhnall believes her to be a true seer.

This week’s snippet…

“Disturbance was here before your arrival. Lady Brantingham just added to the unrest.” His stab at humor did not work.

She clutched the bag of pebbles against her stomach. “Os is almost done. We should take our leave.”

“No. We can offer you full protection. How can you return south now, with her men about?”

She grimaced.

“I have an idea.”

He wrapped a hand around hers, guiding her from the loch toward the castle. The idea had, admittedly, entered his mind a few times, but he thought it rash.

Now…now not so much.

(end of scene…)