Loneliness seeped into each windswept, prairie day until Cat could almost finger the sadness that clogged her throat, and feel its shape, a cold desperation that was hard like stone
Excerpt from The Earth Masters 1:
She was standing with Ceredyn Startrekker and the Wikk of Kumari. She was almost as tall as the Traveler,and looked so much like Startrekker, Jag decided she was another Elvich moderator, or more probably, Startrekker’s daughter.
It’s May and the first bloom opened on the rose. …It’s been five years since it happened but the thorns of each year prick my heart as sharply as do the thorns on Barbrianna’s briar.
A contemporary fantasy inspired by Child’s Ballad #84, “Barb’ry Allen.”
The quiet of peaceful things enveloped them—a house not yet awake, a day not yet begun, trees not yet in bloom, a commitment to journey or war not yet made—and in the weight of the quiet, Flayme felt the waiting of something unquiet.
chapter 25 of the novel “The Weavers of Amirra,” part 2, The Fire Weaver of Highhold.
“…The chief Rhake dismounted and picked up the man’s sword. He turned to the bodies; his black boots stepped into their pooled blood. He leaned over and removed the woman’s sword from her dead hand…”
novel excerpt from “The Weavers of Amirra,” Part 1, The Song Weaver of Skyeborder
Chapter 9. “Something Lost”