Be My Valentine…Snack

Welcome to Me Me Monday! A day to promote, strut, and celebrate your Me-ness!

Only Christopher isn’t feeling like celebrating. Not after Gabrielle told him to let Peter go, if he insists on being devoured by Duessa Ashelocke.

‘Be My Valentine Snack’ is the third prelude to my novel under revision, ‘Stealing Myself From Shadows’.

‘Stealing Myself From Shadows’ is the first book in a series of books, as well as part of an overall collection of ambient fantasy stories inspired by Tarot card imagery. They’re called ‘Tales of the Navel/The Shadow Forest’.

Enjoy!

 

“She truly will eat him alive.” I stared at Gabrielle. “I’ve heard about what she does to her ‘valentines’. She’ll keep him trapped, wrapped in a cocoon, and drain the life out of him, eventually killing him.”

“Perhaps she won’t.” Gabrielle lowered her head and crossed her arms, refusing to meet my eye. “She doesn’t do that to all of her lovers. Perhaps Peter will impress Duessa, impress her enough that she decides to keep. Perhaps she’ll let him go.”

“Perhaps she won’t!” I snapped. “If she kills him, it will be our fault!”

“No. If she kills him, it will be Peter’s fault for agreeing to go with her.” Gabrielle’s eyes darkened, stormy with unspoken emotion. “One of the prices of free will is accepting other people’s choices, even when they’re fatal.” She thinned her lips into a hard, uncompromising line. “It’s Peter’s choice. Not ours.”

“He doesn’t know what he’s getting into!” I growled. “We have to warn him!”

“We already tried. He wouldn’t listen.” Gabrielle unfolded her arms, let them hang limp at her sides. “I have no right to stop him from doing what he chooses to do. No right at all. Neither do you.”

I could feel the force of her power in each words, rising in the air.

This was the true Gabrielle, hiding behind the playful, silly facade she presented to the world.

“Maybe I don’t have the right.” I balled my hands into fists and glanced at the skulls.
Their toothy smiles were very like Damian’s at his most devious. It felt as if he himself was encouraging me.

Do it. Stand up to her.

I took a deep breath and released it. “If so, I think I’ll go do a little wrong.”

I didn’t stop to consider my play on words, or for Gabrielle’s reaction to it. I turned my back on her and ran to the door.

Be My Valentine…Snack

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Here’s mine. Christopher picks up where he left off, trying to warn Peter not to go off with Duessa, but Peter isn’t listening to him.

‘Be My Valentine…Snack’ is the third prelude I’m posting and sharing at this Cauldron (blog) to ‘Stealing Myself From Shadows’.

‘Stealing Myself From Shadows’ is the first book in a series of novels, as well as part of a collection of ambient fantasy stories inspired by Tarot card imagery. This series/collection is ‘Tales of the Navel/The Shadow Forest’.

Enjoy!

 

“Peter, wait!” I cried.

He ignored me, waiting for Duessa to exit, before slamming the door shut behind him.

I had to go after him. I took a step towards the door, but Gabrielle held me back.

“Christopher, it’s his choice,” she said. Her eyes were sad, but her mouth had a firm, resolute set. “If he wants to go with Duessa, he can.”

 

To be continued on Monday!