Woohoo! Another Tuesday has rolled around and I’m ready to share more of the latest from my new novel, Wylderland 🙂
The castle was always dark and drafty. But now the walls seemed to ripple and shiver with moonlight. And tiny blue lights floated ahead of her path, past the tapestries watching her trek through the forbidden halls. She felt no fear and wondered why she could hear no distant roar of the beasts. She froze when a dimly glowing figure stepped out of the shadows.
“You are not truly here!” the rough voice growled, a voice she had come know and crave best.
“Grendall?” she said, but when she moved to greet him her feet were stuck to the carpet. She looked up in panic and gasped to find he had moved closer. Still too far away, yet close enough she could see haunted silver eyes and the fresh scrapes along his jaw.
“Leave me!” He thrust a palm in her direction, as though to ward her away. When she did not move he turned desperate. “No! She cannot be here!” He shook his fists at the air and looked everywhere but her. He sucked in a sharp breath and squeezed his lids tightly shut. “Please do not let her in…do not let her in.”
“Is this a dream?” she wondered aloud. She longed to reach out and touch him, but an invisible force held her back.
He rubbed a hand over his face and let it hang lifeless to his side. His hair fell into his eyes and still he would not look at her. “This is my dream,” he murmured.