It has been awhile since I posted a preview here...I thought it was high time to get my butt back in gear!
Having just finished a round of editing on my newest novel this afternoon...I thought it would be cool to share a little of it with you!
March 5, 1999Cairo, Egypt
The American reached into his
pocket and dug out some Piasters to pay for his purchase. Handing over the
coins in exchange for the sack from the robed woman, he quickly popped one of
the sweet dates into his mouth. Crumbling the bag closed once again, he slipped
it into his oversized safari vest pocket as he continued walking through the
He loved this place.
He made sure that he always had one
morning open on his monthly trips to Cairo
to visit his Khan Al-Khalili. The
deals he could make here seemed to satisfy his seldom used negotiating skills
like nowhere back home. Every transaction was a new negotiation here; he was
just another customer to these people.
He was very good at his job, and
although a senior manager in his department, Petroleum Engineering no longer
held his interest like it did when he was younger. Thirty years with basically
the same job at the same company had left him yearning for retirement.
He considered this as he paid for
yet another purchase, a hard-fought negotiation for a brightly colored stuffed
parrot for his new granddaughter. He hadn’t even laid eyes on her yet, as she
had been born while he was on the plane during the trip over.
won’t be long now,” he thought to himself.
He had made the final arrangements
before leaving on this trip. In six months he would be taking early retirement.
He was looking forward to it with excitement. His wife and he would travel the
world, enjoying time together as he tried to make up for the years apart that
his job had demanded.
And now that the grandkids were
starting to appear, they would have time for extended visits to their boys and
their families. His mouth spread slowly at the thought. He was certain that his
wife was looking forward to that part of retirement more than the travel.
A sudden prick in his back brought
his mind back to the present.
the hell is that?” he thought as he reached behind himself, feeling a short
piece of hard plastic sticking out of his vest.
Confused, he pulled his hand back
and was shocked to see it covered in blood. As he stared at his blood covered
fingers, he noticed his vision closing in, blackness forming around the edges
of his sight as it worked its way quickly toward the center.
“Shit!” was all he could mutter
before collapsing onto the dusty path next to one of the booths. As he stared
out of near sightless eyes, he could feel the life draining out of him as it
spilled onto the path.
With his last labored breath, he
exhaled the word that was his final thought on this earth…“May”
A small monkey, the pet of the
owner of the nearest booth, sniffed the air and jumped from the counter to the
back of the now dead body. Chattering away, he reached deftly into the man’s
vest pocket and pulled out the bag of dates.
Sitting comfortably on the back of
the man, the little animal quickly bit into one of the sweet fruits. Holding up
the half eaten piece like a trophy, the monkey let out a loud string of
chatter, jumping up and down with excitement.
The passing shoppers all smiled as
they watched the antics of the little animal, stepping carefully around the
pool of blood so as to not get any of it on their feet.
Stories of the funny monkey’s
frolics would be the highlight of many of the bazaar’s patrons that night.
On a clear night, the iced countryside of Overland shimmers in deep dark purples as it absorbs the light from the stars overhead. But this night, everything is dark as onyx; the occasional gloomy twinkle playing peek-a-boo with the eventide. The currents of the atmosphere sense a disturbance, shifting and shivering as if in expectation of some cyclopean storm. Intruding in the peaceful song of the frozen ebony sleep comes a sweet, but perplexing hum. At once it is as if the things of nature recognize the color of the exciting hum. The snow covered hills begin to glow warmly, a rhapsody of inner light coating the frozen tundra. In moments the air snaps to attention, exuding the scent of ancient virgin forests untouched by fae. A mix of pine, cedar and oak, fighting to dominate, release their heady perfume into the ozone. An obscurity of bright and colorful streaks stream from over the mountains miles away. Red blending into purple; purple blending into indigo; indigo into pink evinces a masterpiece of surrealism. If you stopped time in that instant before the ancient one was impelled by the Realm of Clouds to reach out and taste fate, you would see an amazing sight. If you hovered in the face of the masterpiece of light and color, you would behold the sorrowful expression of an exquisite fairy. Long red hair flowed out behind her as she flies. Drawing your attention would be the reddest lips and the most beautiful blue eyes. Rimming those eyes, which are at once clear and open but deep and dark as well, were the darkest lashes. The whisper of a crystalline tear hovered at the edges of those nymph eyes; the tears stretching out with the speed at which she flew. This paragon of beauty is Princess Yaliza, daughter of Vodianyk, High King of All You See.
Come and join Princess Yaliza on her adventure in Riftglade by K.R. Jordan
Read an awesome article on an David Dalglish this morning, an amazing author. This blog interview from David Gaughran's blog discusses his trials and tribulations with agents and his success in the publishing world! Thanks David Gaughran for bringing us this gem. And thank you David Dalglish for sharing your story.