Excerpt from Wildflower Crown

Wildflower Crown

Wildflower Crown

© Charlotte Cyprus

Prologue

The woman kept to the shadows, avoiding the torches that lit the streets. A hood concealed her face and black cloth was thrown over the basket in her arms. Little whimpers came from the basket, but the woman shushed it, moving through the unfamiliar village slowly. She avoided the men walking home from the pub and went farther to the outskirts of town where there were smaller houses stuffed with squalling children.

Fog rose up from the ground in the cold night air. The streets were tracks of dirt that the recent rain had turned into mud, and it sucked at the woman’s boots as she struggled to keep herself unnoticed. A pitiful cry came from the basket in her arms. The woman paused to reach her hand in and stroke the baby’s cheek. She was rewarded with a happy gurgle.

The woman was caught off guard. She looked at the baby, so sweet and small and innocent. Had she gone far enough south? The king would be hunting her, she knew. It had been a foolish thing to take revenge on the king, but she hadn’t counted on getting pregnant. The baby’s father had no idea where they were, or that the baby existed, but it was for the best. The babe could live out an anonymous childhood away from the chaos of her own life.

A child’s cry rang out in the night, but it wasn’t her baby. The woman froze and listened hard to find where the noise was coming from. The child called out again, and the woman determined that it was the little house across the street. The roof was crumbling and the door was hanging at an angle. As the crying continued, a light was lit. The woman could see it through the shuttered window.

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Editing is a pain

Now don’t get me wrong, I know editing is important, but it’s still a pain. I’ve finished editing the first/secondish draft of Woman of Fire, Man of Ice and now I have to type up those changes. Why would I need to do such a tedious thing, you ask? Because I was editing a hard copy. I was like “oh yeah, that will make things easier for me, I’ll just print it all out“. Wrong. So wrong.

I edited the whole novel in a maybe ten hours (total) but it’s taken me a few hours just to retype the corrections in the prologue and chapter one. It is a pain in my bum and I wish I had a little writer slave to do it for me. It’s going to take forever.

However, here is an excerpt from what I have written so far:

Hardly, Johara. You’re lucky we even let you attend the balls. You should be cleaning up after them.” Johara turned to see the sneer on her sister’s face. She stuck her tongue out at her. “See? Acting like a dirty peasant. What are you whining about this time? Another man attack you? If you just let them you’d be married and out of our hair already.”

 

Okay so it’s not much of an excerpt, I lied. In my defense I have an exam coming up with questions such as “4. Differentiate oligodendrocytes from Schwann cells.” (which I don’t yet have an answer to, sorry for the people Googling that question and ending up here) but I just wanted to post an update on Woman of Fire, Man of Ice.

That is such a long title. I want to refer to it as wofmoi but that is just silly. Still the best I got.