Sunwielder Moments |
“I don’t think I can die, Estriilde,” Gryff said quietly, his first words since the peak of the bridge.
“You’ve pickled your head in wine, Farmer,” Estriilde replied. They hurried toward her tent, so close to being free of the wind.
“It’s not the wine,” he persisted. “It’s the sunwield. I don’t believe it will let me die.”
“We all die, Farmer.” Her cloak opening wide as wings, she flew ahead. He plodded behind her, entering the dark tent as she fumbled to light the brazier. Sparks flinted to life and the fire began its fight to banish the cold. He sank onto a stool as Estriilde sat back on her heels and studied him. “Every one of us dies in our time.”
Drawing on the leather cord, he lifted the medallion from inside his shirt and let it hang exposed around his neck. She shuffled forward on her knees, close to him, and caught the bronze disk in her hand, silently counting.
“You have seventeen left.” Her gaze rose to his eyes. “That time may pass in moons or years, Farmer. Every one of us side-steps death without a glimmer of awareness. We are a moment early or late before the arrow flies, we decide not to swim, to travel a lesser road. We aren’t hungry the day the food spoils, we leave the house before the roof collapses, we decide to ride the wild stallion the morning the placid gelding breaks a leg.” -Sunwielder
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I saw this over at Diana’ blog and wondered how many of us asked the same queations… Do go over and take a look at the rest of the article 🙂
Thanks for the reblog, Sue. Hope your enjoying for time away. ❤
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Had a wonderful few days, Diana!
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I have already read Sunwielder and loved it!
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Thank you!
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Very thought provoking. Another book to read!
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The pile keeps growing 🙂
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