Happy Saturday after Valentine’s day! I’m off to buy inexpensive chocolate! But I leave you with another SFF Saturday Snippet.
What’s SFF Saturday? It’s a group of authors who post snippets of SFF prose and poetry for comment. You can check out other SFF Saturday posts, too.
My snippet is another few lines from a work in progress called Herald (at the moment). Eventually, the project be a fantasy loosely based on the Hundred Years War, but it’s in the very early draft stages (as in, you’re pretty much getting the words as I type em).
I’ve put all the previous snippets together here, if you need to catch up.
When we last saw Denis and the enemy King of Angth, Denis had just fallen over into the mud in exhaustion. He’s surprised to find the King helping him up.
“Now is not the time for heroic lies,” the King said. “Mitchell, help me.”
Between the King and his guard, Denis managed the walk to the next body. And the next and the one after that. But after he set the soul free, an eerie hush fell over the battlefield–Sunset.
Denis shivered as the wailing started, soft at first, then rising, rising until the sound was a din that bore down on the soul. Then it receded until it was only a whisper of agony that underlaid every other noise on the field.
Now the task would shift to the priests, to exorcise the unnamed dead from the land.
It always hurt, this failure. In war, there were simply too many dead.