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I’m so excited. We might actually get a bit of winter here in Oregon. While the rest of the US has been gripped in the icy talons of the polar vortex, we’ve been watching the crocuses and dandelions begin to bloom. But this week, there was a dusting of snow! I had to wear a coat! Thrilling times here, let me tell you.
As it is in the world of Snow, my current work-in-progress. Prince Gabriel has returned home on the eve of The Hunter’s Moon, a celebration that carries dark memories for him. Last week, Gabriel lied to Galvin Falkner, the king’s huntsman, telling him he didn’t remember him. Note: the king is Gabriel’s brother.
“Well, there was a mob of us,” Falkner said, looking away as if he suddenly remembered what the mob had gotten up to.
“If this is the king’s hunt, where is the king?”
“Back at Greenswale meadow, where the tents are set up for the festival of the Hunter’s Moon.”
Ah, yes, how could Gabriel have forgotten? The most tiresome day of the year. At Castle Craigmoor, where he’d spent the last several years, much less fuss was made over the celebration. Yes, the villagers offered piles of slain rabbits and pheasants to Astrid, the goddess of the hunt, and everyone drank too much, but at Castle Rosenthal, the slaying of a stag on the day before the Hunter’s Moon was considered an essential rite of passage for the nobility, one that Gabriel had never passed.
His mother the Queen had never cared nor pressed him on the matter, but his brother took it as a personal affront, a rejection of all that was manly, noble and respectable. The more his brother taunted him, the more Gabriel dug in his heels and refused to go along on the hunts at all. The brothers—bonded by the early death of their father—grew quickly and irrevocably apart.
Blurb-in-progress for Snow, a reimagined fairy tale:
Following the death of his mother the Queen, Prince Gabriel is called home by his brother, now King. Gabriel hopes for a reconciliation with his estranged brother, but all is not well at Castle Rosenthal. King Tristan has fallen under the sway of a scheming alchemist, the magical denizens of the bordering Black Forest are on the move, and Gabriel begins to fear for his life. Is the handsome huntsman in on a plot to assassinate him, or is there an even darker, more evil force afoot? A forced flight into the Black Forest may expose ancient powers at work, if only Gabriel can survive long enough to uncover them.
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I can understand why he isn’t eager to attend this stag party.
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Oy! I see no reconciliation happening between the brothers.
Yay for your snow! But I admit, I’m weary of gray skies and cold. We have another month or so to go until our crocuses start to bloom.
Yeah, I don’t think I care too much for Gabriel’s brother.
A light dusting of snow is nothing. We had an ice storm Wednesday before everything melted Thursday, followed by a thunderstorm, then snow. LOL
The brothers seem so very different. I wonder if the differences will be even more noticeable when he returns.
Yeah, becoming king hasn’t done anything to soften his brother’s personality.
Great back story, I loved it! 😀
Oh those brothers. Always trouble1
Excellent world building details here, about the festival and the ways it is celebrated…and howe the brother split. Great snippet, very informative about the overall situation.
If you want more snow, I’ll be happy to send you some. Not looking forward to this next winter storm. I like how you’re raising questions about the reception Gabriel will get. I don’t think they’ll be slaying a fatted calf for him.
Love the backstory on the two brothers. Don’t see much hope of them reconciling, though.
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