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Category:
Fantasy
Publisher: KDP
Type: Fiction
Pages: 28
Copyright: 8-24-18
ISBN-13: 9780463533956
Price: $0.99 (eBook)
Hipothia is a brilliant scientist, a learned philosopher and a great beauty – and a devout virgin -- admired, desired and despised throughout the kingdom. And Dramte is in love with her – a hopeless love, unattainable, unquenchable. But even if he can’t have her, at least he can use his strange magical powers to try and save her from a deadly fate at the hands of murderous zealots.
Hipothia is a brilliant scientist, a learned philosopher and a great beauty – and a devout virgin -- admired, desired and despised throughout the kingdom. And Dramte is in love with her – a hopeless love, unattainable, unquenchable. But even if he can’t have her, at least he can use his strange magical powers to try and save her from a deadly fate at the hands of murderous zealots.
Excerpt
Shyasha glided toward the balcony, her willowy body clad in wispy faeriespun billowing in the breeze wafting through the open doors. Gazing out at the twinkling waves of the Cinaltan Sea, she spied a clipper ship’s silhouette cruising slowly across the horizon. As she stepped out onto the balcony, her eyes lifted to the heavens, peering at the wind-sculpted clouds scudding across gibbous moons.
Dramte watched her shoulders heave as she let out a sigh, and he sighed also. She turned and reentered her chamber, her body limned by moons-light as she approached her bed. The posts below the canopy were made from moonwood, highly polished and carved with images of Thanatas, the god of dreams. The sheets were Talcyan silk, dyed in shades of blue, the color of dreams.
Shyasha turned toward Dramte and his heart skipped a beat as he beheld her face, framed by flaxen hair, bathed in the soft glow of the lamp on her nightstand. Twas a countenance fashioned by generous gods who had graced her with beauty rivaling their own. For a moment her violet eyes locked with his and he nearly cried out, fearful she could see him.
But that was impossible. She was inside the royal palace atop Poshancy Hill, while he was five miles away, lying on a sagging cot of much-mended tent-cloth in a dirt-floored hovel amidst the twisting streets of Tophets.
She reached up to her neck and tugged on the drawstring at the back of her gown. It fell from her shoulders and slipped down her body and she stood naked in the melded gold and silver light spawned by lamp and moons. Her breasts swayed as she climbed into the bed and Dramte let out a sob of longing. She rolled onto her side and extended an arm, turning the knob on the lamp and closing the shutters over the lens, blanketing her in shadows.
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