Happy Monday, everyone! Are you one of those who hates Mondays, or are you happy about a new week?
Today, I thought I’d share an excerpt from my current WIP, titled Snowed In: Nen and Anani. It’s my first ever fantasy story and it’s really fun to write. Makes me wanna write more of them, so watch out for Nell Iris, the fantasy writer 🙂
I also made a mood board, because my dear friend Addison made mood boards for her stories and inspired me to do the same. So, below are eight inspirational pictures, and a (very) short unedited excerpt from Snowed In: Nen and Anani.
I hope you enjoy, and have a great week! 🙂
Before I have time to come to a decision, the door is yanked open and he appears in the opening.
Oh, great Spirit, still my heart!
He is magnificent!
He is willowy tall and has grown so much these last fifteen rotations, reaching me to my nose, standing over a head taller than any other member of his family. He’s dressed like a commoner in a tunic and pants, even plainer than my own—where’s his kaftan? The clothes hug his body and reveal every long sinewy muscle in his legs and arms.
Hair as white as newly fallen snow is parted in the middle and hang straight to his waist. His nose, slightly upturned, gives him a mischievous look. His pale lips, imperceptibly darker than his skin color, are soft but set in a severe line.
But it’s his eyes that draw my attention. Pale blue eyes staring at me as if he can’t believe what he’s seeing. After a few heartbeats, they widen, and he lets out a gasp.
A wave of emotions hits me square in the chest. What was muted just moments before grows into an avalanche. Overwhelms me. I physically feel them, as if he pushes a blunt-tipped lance into my breast.
I stagger a few steps backward and sink to my knees without hesitation. I don’t avert my gaze. “Vasilieu.”
He narrows his eyes. “Do not call me that. You know my name. Use it.”
The barrage of his emotions intensifies, making it hard to breathe but easy for me to identify them. Disbelief. Denial. Suspicion. Uncertainty.
Most intense of all is happiness.
“Anani,” I whisper.