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Curse of Salar
Timon was allowed to leave the palace to visit his dying father and had been gone for half a moon. Mira was glad to see him but would never show any glimmer of what might be seen as special affection. Any servant who displayed too much loyalty to him was sent away on some pretext or other, and Mira had been afraid that the story of the dying father had been one of these excuses. He knew Timon was fond of him, and he also knew that he diligently reported everything Mira said or did to the premier’s watchers. He couldn’t blame him, that’s what he was brought to the palace to do. The premier recruited servants from other kingdoms or from the rebel states, who had no loyalty to the royal family or any lingering superstitions regarding the divinity of Mira and Alandra.
“How’s your father?” Mira asked without preamble.
“Gone up the mountain to dance with the spirits,” Timon said, bowing slightly.
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Curse of Salar is an m/m erotic fantasy novella, third in a series set in the world of Salar. Prince Mira, along with his sister, is the last in the royal line of Jahar, a ruling family of powerful magicians. Mira and Alandra are held as virtual captives in their family’s own palace, kept alive to placate the masses of peasants who are traditional royalists and still believe in the fabled powers of the Jahar. Mira chafes under confinement and dreams of escaping. Rayn Matisse is a soldier in the rebel army. He has no interest whatsoever in seeing the royals reinstated until he meets Mira and begins to fall under the prince’s magical sway. Rayn’s people were cursed by the Jahar centuries ago, and though long thought to be a myth, the curse begins to assert its powers once again. As assassination and rebellion upset the false calm of the kingdom, Rayn finds himself torn between love and fear of the young man who possesses an uncanny ability to control him.
I like the expression “gone up to the mountain to dance with the spirits.” Death as a lively place.
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Thank you. One of my favorite things about writing fantasy is creating new ways of looking at spiritual ideas and attitudes.
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What an interesting relationship they must have. I like what it says about Mira’s character and life experience that he can be fond of someone he mistrusts.
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Thanks. I’m having fun creating such a conflicted character.
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You show so much about the characters and their motivations in this snippet. Very well done! 🙂
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Thanks! I feel like I’m doing a lot of yakking at this point, but laying the groundwork of a character is always tricky. Glad you’re enjoying it.
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Poor Mira. He doesn’t have much of a choice other than to be fond of people he mistrusts, as Eleri said–he has no one to trust, as everyone is there to control him. He’s got to be so lonely, that any glimpse of possible kindness is something to cling to.
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“Gone up the mountain to dance with the spirits,” Nice!
Poor Mira. They have him sewed in tight with no way out. Seems as though there are spies everywhere.
Good 8 🙂
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A glimpse at a very sad life. Great snippet.
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I like the last line…tugs at my heart strings.
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I wonder how the relationship with Timon will turn out.
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I’m with Char and the others, the sentence about dancing with the spirits is wonderful! Enjoyed the entire snippet…
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Love the complexity of the relationships that you’re weaving in this. I agree with Veronica, wonderful snippet!
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Thank you for stopping by!
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The plot thickens! Love the conflict. Great 8.
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