Belated Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year - here's my gift to you all, with appreciation for your presence, and to kick off my wish to you -- for a creative, joyful, insightful, innovative, and successful 2006!
Preview of Stormed Fortress number two:
“Stay with me, beloved.” The plea crossed the empathic link of the scrying, and warmed. Elaira shuddered, then sighed as the intimate contact cradled her being like a caress.
That flooding tenderness melted her heart, but could not unstring her concern. "Could I do less? The High Earl who pads at your heels is not tame. If you fail to satisfy, his pack of wolves will rip you down like staked carrion. At least I'll know where to seek your remains. That's assuming a dismembered corpse is left to require a memorial."
Arithon's piercing humor answered her fear. "If Erlien gnashes his teeth any harder, there won't be a molar left intact for the aforesaid spree of slaughter."
"Well, Kyrialt's worried," Elaira pointed out. "Somebody ought to be holding his sword hand. That's if you don't want to drive him berserk before he can sire hale offspring."
"You've seen Glendien," Arithon quipped in response. "She'll set him a clutch. That's the price of mating young oak with a firebrand."
"You say!" Elaira felt her cheeks warm. "Clear your business in Alland. I'll make you a fire fit to torch down the stars and the moon."
"You have, love. Already. I'm branded, soul deep. If your meddling Prime Matriarch values her life, she'll leap high and fast to dissolve every obstacle she's raised between us." Which framed his bald warning: Elaira could sense the shocking, grim force behind his bedrock sincerity. Whether the trial ahead brought him triumph, or the bitterest, agonized failure, Arithon Teir’s’Ffalenn desired her presence, spun through the weave of his heart’s hope.
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Thank you very much Janny, fabulous as always. And a Happy New Year to you. Take care.
I whine 'too little, way too little'. If only Arithon and Elaira could leave the world behind. There are serious drawbacks to living on Athera or any planet with only one continent!!
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL OF YOU!
and thanks for the flavor Janny. Little tastes are all I really need.
A very beautiful snippet! I had very much an "uh-oh" moment at Arithon's statement of desiring Elaira by his side. Ath forfend if (when?) he decides to single-mindedly pursue that goal... Selidie will long for the good old days when all she had to deal with was an iyat in her focus stone.
MESSAGE TO THE KORIANI PRIME: YOU HAVE YET TO WIN ANYTHING MESSING WITH ARITHON TEIR'S'FFALENN. LEAVE HIM AND ELAIRA ALONE!! YOU WOULD BE FAR BETTER OFF!
There, it is shouted, and I used as many simple words as I could. Do you think she got the message?
aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh.(i.e.big long melting sigh).How absolutely lovely.
Happy new year Arithon and Elaira.And everyone else too!
Happy New year to all!!
If iyats feed of emotion, what would happen to the Waystone Iyat should it encounter the resonance set up by Elaria and Arithon's long delayed union?
Thank you Janny! Happy New Year! Woe betide those crossing true love.
Hi Janny and all you friends at heart,
this snippet is just the greatest christmas present. Wishing Janny a healthy, creative and inspired New Year with lots of time to spend on Arithon, Elaira and all the other characters we love and love to hate. Wishing all Janny's fans a year of happiness, health and, of course - patience and may our wish for Stormed Fortress come true.
As to Hellcat's questions, of course the iyat will melt the stone, surely stone must melt with so much passion! What I would give to know what Arithon has on his plate for the Prime...
Looking forward to an adventurous New Year.
Wolfhunter (back again at long last)
to short, but fantastic non the less
Elaira seems to actually be waiting for action..
"If your meddling Prime Matriarch values her life, she'll leap high and fast to dissolve every obstacle she's raised between us." Which framed his bald warning: Elaira could sense the shocking, grim force behind his bedrock sincerity.