Happy #teasertuesday fantasy avengers! I’ve been preoccupied with it seems like a dozen other projects lately, but I’ve also found time to hang out in Silver Hollow (the gang hasn’t headed out to Blackbriar Cove just yet, but I’m expecting a relocation soon 😉
As I’ve been writing this rough draft of the manuscript, I’ve really worked to let myself free write. The plan for this first draft is to let the story take me where it decides to go. I’ve worked heavily on finding an outlining process that works for me, as I went into depth about in yesterday’s WWW. But it’s been simply lovely to write for the sake of writing, to explore where all these characters are at a year later. And I can’t wait to dive into all their new adventures.
Keep an eye out for the cover reveal hosted by Prism Book Tours! Hope to see y’all there! Meanwhile, enjoy today’s teaser. Please excuse any grammar/spelling errors and happy reading 🙂
*major spoilers for silver hollow below*
Borderlands #2 Teaser
“Jessemiene Wenderdowne! What in blithering toadstools are you doing, standing in the rain like that,” the shrill unmistakable grumbling of Elisedd Underhill interrupted them, “Come inside and break your fast before you catch your death!”
Faye snorted and effected a sweeping bow. “After you, milady.”
Amie rolled her eyes as she entered Cook’s domain. “Elisedd, I’m only half human, remember? I’m not going to fall down dead after a light drizzle.”
Underhill’s striped stockings flashed from beneath her full purple skirts as the hobgoblin whirled to plant her fist on her wide hips. “You are the queen of Silver Hollow and it is my responsibility to see to your care.” The maid’s fluffy white cap billowed over her pinned up hair as Underhill jabbed a commanding finger to the table setting.
Amie sighed and turned a pleading eye to Cook, who was currently turning red to contain his laughter. With a shake of her head, Amie slipped onto the bench, Faye taking the empty space beside her with a snicker. “I swear, there are times I think she rules me,” Amie mumbled under her breath.
“Just now figuring that out?” James replied from the seat directly across from Amie, as though she hadn’t spoken below normal human hearing.
Faye barked a laugh before tucking into her breakfast. Amie’s harsh words had been forgiven at least. She’d need to tread carefully next time her hidden ire chose to lash out at one of her two oldest friends.
Jo remained silent, drawing Amie’s attention to the smaller and fairer twin a moment. Where Faye had inherited the more russet skin tones of her Cherokee maternal grandmother, Jo clearly took more from her father’s Unseelie side of the family. Her silvery blonde hair had grown long enough to braid over her shoulder in the past year and fell limply over her thoughtful features. There were shadows beneath her bright blue eyes, and her light blue skin hinted of the magic in her blood.
Amie took measured bites while glancing up through her lashes to observe Jo and the steady hum of the kitchens around them. Cook sang to himself as he rolled flour beneath his meaty hands while Underhill caught servants en route from outside and in, directing their duties for the day.
“I can feel you staring,” Jo’s teasing tone startled her.
Amie paused then swallowed sheepishly. “Sorry,” she began, meeting Jo’s too-knowing gaze. The quieter twin had always been the more observant of the two. Amie cleared her throat, an old human habit when she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar, while batting the invisible hand away. “You look tired.”
Jo shared a glance with Faye who had frozen at Amie’s side. The three of them had spent most of their lives together—at least this life—and knew each other’s tells too well.
James observed the three, choosing his moment to add, “She’s right. You’ve been pushing too hard, again.” Amie didn’t miss the faint hint of warning in his tone.
Jo grimaced and frowned at her plate. “I’m fine. Just tired, like she said.”
Faye leaned forward, cup in hand. “Sure you aren’t pregnant?”
Jo gripped her fork too tightly, a flash of blue illuminating her hand as she growled, “For the last time, Faye, I’m not pregnant.”
James covered his mouth to mask his amusement and caught Amie’s glance. The two of them had often bonded in mutual exasperation when the twins fought. His crystal blue eyes seemed to agree with what was left unsaid. All of them were well aware Jo wasn’t about to let herself get pregnant anytime soon. This was Faye changing the subject, while taking the chance to rile her sister up.
“Finished with breakfast, Lady Wenderdowne?” Underhill appeared from over Amie’s shoulder suddenly, a twist of her wide mouth at Amie’s unkempt appearance. “We really must dress you for the court today.”
Amie took a deep steadying breath before standing. “I’m going riding first. The court can wait.”
She felt, more than saw Faye follow a few paces behind. While Jo and James often spent their days between the library and the stables, Faye had made it her personal mission to shadow Amie’s days. It had led to more than a few arguments in the past, until Arthur had stepped in to remind her she was a target. What’s more, Faye was a literal knight.
“Your majesty, I must insist,” Underhill began, twisting her hands nervously.
Amie paused and arched an eyebrow at the hobgoblin. “What aren’t you telling me, Elisedd?” While she had developed a comradery with the head of Wenderdowne’s household over the past year, Amie also hadn’t forgotten Underhill’s part in keeping her in the dark beforehand. Much as Underhill claimed to be loyal to her queen, her first loyalties would always go to the memory of Uncle Henry.
Underhill sighed, mouth twisting as though she’d chewed something sour. “We had an unexpected envoy arrive early this morning from one of your minor vassals, your majesty. And the other petitioners should arrive within a centaur’s hour.”
Amie dug her fingers into her tea cup and fought to keep any emotion from her face. “Fine, let’s get this over with, shall we?”
to be continued…
“In a single night of madness, Amie won the battle, and lost the two people she loved most. As she struggles to be the queen her people need, her family band together against the hidden threat at their borders.
Haunted by the ghosts of her past, Amie strikes a pact with an ancient being called The Storyteller. In order to see Emrys again, they must put aside their blood feud, and cross the veil to a place of spirits and monsters.
Blackbriar Cove is a land where superstition and chaos reign, and spirits plague dreams. A dark curse has twisted the Unseelie who once lived in the home the Blackbriar twins vowed never to return. But death is not the end in Silver Hollow, and the war for the Borderlands has only begun.”
Silver Hollow (Borderlands #1)
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