This year my entry to Frankie's No Kiss Blogfest is an excerpt from the prologue of my newest work-in-process, Blessed Are The Peace Makers.
onward. It's time to get on ward with the business of writing, past time to get this story down for others to read. Oh yeah, and don't forget to click over now to read the other entries.
"The mail creaked and Awen grunted as she drew it from the prince's broad chest and arms. Shoving it aside, she summoned all her strength to drag him from the water. From the depths of slumber, William cried out. Awen probed his chest and shoulder for wounds, then wrapped her arms behind him to inspect his back. Her ear rested over his heart, listening for the beat of life. It was faint, but present.
The wounds had closed, save those that kept him from waking. She leaned in to confirm that he was breathing, and felt a light stirring on her cheek. It was present. She turned her face back and her lips barely grazed his.
Steel eyes flew open, startling her. Recovering, Awen’s face blossomed in welcome.
The eyes flickered, staring without seeing, then just as abruptly closed. His body was waking but his spirit still wandered.
Awen touched her lips to his cold, white ones. The eyes fluttered. She put her hands on both sides of the handsome face and slowly kissed him in the way of the druid. Forehead, nose, chin, cheeks. Then his eyelids and his temples. Finally, her lips came back to his. This time they were warm, and breath tumbled out of them like the water from the rocks.
Awen waited, her face only inches from the fallen warrior’s.
His eyes fluttered open. Sight was returning. He almost focused, then fell back under, the death sleep unrelenting.
Awen sat back on her heels and looked in to the forest. The glade had darkened. The light was waning. It was time to set a fire and a kettle. But first she must wake the almost dead."Please leave a comment to let me know what you think of my little snippet. I'm counting on the Blogfest to inspire me