Against the whitewashed wall of the villa...

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
The first part of a fantasy book that I want to write. This selection introduces the heroine, who will be leaving the impoverished fishing village she grew up in for a glamorous life in the king's court.

Submitted: April 01, 2009

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Against the whitewashed wall of the villa, purple flowers glowed in the dusk’s fading heat. The orb that had pulsed with warmth hours ago now shone dully orange, sinking to the salty Mediterranean and painting the ocean gold and topaz. Turning their bronze-tinted backs to the sun, distant fishing barks set gilded sails for the safety of the bay, where the mound of villas and vineyards kept watch over night’s greedy tendrils.
This was the dusk of dreams and delusions, snares and shadows lurking behind every wave, every whirlpool of the sea goddess’s domain. Now was that fey time of day when Her creatures haunted the foamy sea, which even the grizzly, time-faded captains of cargo sloops feared, briskly ordering their ships to port, racing the setting sun.
Kalliopi leaned against crooked pillars and watched the day end.Like the rest of the Tr’nauts, she had been raised to believe the day was ruled by the God Argr. The sun was his pet, a blazing falcon with a fiery tail. Every morning Heleos escaped from his cage to flee across the sky, and, unless Argr captured him every night, he would fall off the edge of the world and be extinguished in nothingness.
Kalliopi watched the last embers of sun glide beneath the edge of the world, wondering where she would be when Argr next released his fiery falcon.


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