Preview of my current work-in-progress. It is a fantasy novel that I hope to actually finish, but is still in its baby stages right now. I am sharing this in the hopes that if it seems interesting enough, I can get more people to nag me to keep writing.
Two sit together, staring blankly at the stone wall opposite them. Shriveled bones lie unmoving where before strong hands would stir to weave or spin. One begins to cry.
"Shh," says the other, turning. "Do not give him more tears to take."
A whisper. "How long have we been here?"
"Too long," echoes a third occupant of the room from where she curls in the corner. She has seen her companions only once.
A bowed figure, chained and shackled, pulls madly against his heavy bonds. He screams, a deep rasping cry of despair.
Nobody listens. Nothing comes undone. He screams again.
He never thought he’d long for light, but the darkness has been too much, too long.
A woman, achingly beautiful, sleeps silently, almost peacefully. Three frozen crystals, no more, have dropped from her closed eyes beneath the deep layer of ice that covers her body.
She has been waiting to wake for too long.
A child, playing among the rocks, suddenly stops and gazes into the distance.
"What is it," say her playfellows, "What are you looking at?"
She cannot tell them that the winds have changed, that a storm is coming. She has learned this only from many, many years of experience.
I am much older than all of you, she sometimes remarks to the other children, but always it is soundless.
It has been too long since her voice was heard.