Today we have an excerpt from the newest and third book in The Frost Chronicles,
WEAVERS!
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As promised, an excerpt:
It was too dark to make out the wagon
tracks that crisscrossed the frozen dirt like scars on a mangled cheek, but I
knew they were there because the sight of them was branded in my memory
forever. Soldiers carted prisoners along this road all year long. From one such
wagon, Gabe had escaped across the river and into the Frost. The wind blew
against my cheeks, teasing water from my eyes.
Adam’s hand brushed my shoulder—a
single, light touch. A question. Was I ready? The moonlight glinted off his
eyes. In response to his unspoken words, I stepped forward into the field
toward the road.
I was ready.
We reached the river. Here the sky
loomed over us, steel gray and too big, and I shivered. I couldn’t feel safe
under such a large sky after a life beneath the trees. The water glittered like
ink as it glided past, smooth and unstoppable. Once this river had formed the
boundary between the Frost and Aeralis, the place the Farthers would not cross.
But no longer. Now they had spilled over into our land, bringing with them
their oiled weapons, their crude mechanical technology, their glove-clad
cruelty.
Adam crouched beside the water and dug
another small hole. He filled it with supplies and marked the place by drawing
the Thorns symbol on the trunk of a sapling above it.
I stared across the river at the road
as he worked. The sense of danger I felt looking at it mingled with a sudden,
intense need to stand in the place where so many others had made their escape.
I turned and scanned the bank of the river.
There—a fallen tree stretched across a
shallow point like a bridge. I jogged down the bank and scrambled up the roots.
My heart galloped. My mouth was dry. I grasped the rough bark of the tree and
hauled myself up.
Adam followed at my back like a
shadow. I expected him to grab my arm, hiss in my ear to stop, to tell me to
wait for him while he crossed alone. But he didn’t.
The tree trembled as I crossed it, but
it bore my weight easily. I reached the other side and jumped down. The Frost
was at my back. Aeralis’ border was before me. A shiver spread over my skin. I
tingled from my scalp to my fingertips. I’d never been on this side of the
river.
Adam landed beside me. I caught the
flash of his quick smile in the blackness.
“I just wanted—” I began.
His voice was just a tickle in my ear.
“You’ve never been across the river, have you?”
The warmth of his breath against my
skin made me flush. I nodded and moved away an inch. There was a tension
between us now, a dance of avoided topics and guarded looks. Perhaps the unlikely
attraction had always been there, lurking just beneath the surface. But since
I’d almost kissed him in the barn a few weeks ago, the feelings had grown into
a thrumming heat that filled every word, every look, every interaction. I
didn’t know how to deal with it. He’d become woven into the fabric of my
existence, mingled with the air I breathed. If I reached out, he was there. If
I spoke, he answered.
Yet we were separated by a gulf of
unspoken feeling that neither of us would express.
Well there you have it, folks. A short little bit of a scene between Adam and Lia. Hope you enjoyed :) And before to look for Weavers in stores at the end of January!
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