Medieval Monday, autumn-style

WEEK 8

Another week of Medieval Monday!

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.

Read last week’s scene snippet here.

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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…

She seemed on the verge of tears, but he’d never seen her shed one. She formed fists at her sides, halted in her fretting.

He stepped closer. “I’ll listen. Tell me.”

“I think I know who attacked me.”

Didn’t expect that. He approached, took her hands, unable to control himself anymore.

She sniffled, eyes filled with unrest. “I told you about my ways. Well, they’re not always perfect. Fates can be hazy.”

He nodded. “Mine, too.”

“Lady Brantingham was awfully chafed by her reading.” She didn’t elaborate. “She wishes me harm.” She lowered her gaze. “Or she wishes to abduct me and exploit my—my ability.”

“An English lady?”

Her lower lip trembled.

“She’s followed you all the way here?”

“I saw her in the marketplace earlier this week. Didn’t think she saw me.”

Stay Tuned….