It’s Me Me Monday! A day to promote, strut, and celebrate your Me-ness!
Every Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday, I post a project very dear to my heart. The preludes to my Tales of the Navel/The Shadow Forest series.
Tales of the Navel/The Shadow Forest is my ambient fantasy series inspired by tarot card imagery.
The first book in the series is Stealing Myself From Shadows, which is currently under revision. It’s my NaNoWriMo project.
I’ve also got drafts of Book 2 (The Hand and the Eye of the Tower) and Book 3 (A Godling for Your Thoughts?) requiring revision.
The three preludes I’m posting in segments here are Waiting for Rebirth, Unwilling to Be Yours, and Be My Valentine…Snack.
We’ve already done Waiting for Rebirth, which was from Christopher’s perspective.
We’re right in the middle of Unwilling to Be Yours, done from Peter’s perspective. Peter arrived in the garden, trying to find a place to leave Damian’s painting, ‘Waiting for Rebirth’…
I wondered at this while walking one of the pebbled paths, passing clusters of foxglove and roses clinging to thorny bushes.
The gazebo was only a little off the path to the right, in the heart of the roseland.
And who would be standing beneath its roof, hanging onto one of its delicate pillars? The last person who wanted to see me right now.
Christopher didn’t seem aware of my presence. His shoulders trembled with the force of his sobs. Tears continued to stain his cheeks. They’d already reddened his eyes, making his nose swell up.
If I didn’t already feel like a bastard, I now felt three times as awful.
“What are you doing?” He narrowed his eyes at the sight of me with ‘Waiting for Rebirth’ in my hands.
“Gabrielle wanted this out of the Navel,” I stammered, feeling more than a little guilty. “I’m not sure why, but I brought it here.”