Welcome to #QueerBlogWed, a day to bring a little touch of the rainbow to our posts.
I’m doing so by continuing ‘Be My Valentine…Snack’, my third prelude to ‘Stealing Myself From Shadows’. The latter is the first novel (currently under revision) in a series I’m working on. This and all related stories are part of a universe I called ‘Tales of the Navel/The Shadow Forest’.
I post part of a prelude every Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday. It’s a little offering for readers which I hope will lure you into the Shadow Forest. 🙂
Speaking of being lured, Christopher had just stepped in Duessa’s lair in order to save Peter from her…
The web loomed over me, reaching out for me. The street, Omphalos, and the sky overhead blurred into silvery grayness.
Everything was taking on a dreamy, misty cast. A white fog rose from the street to envelop cottages.
I used to hate white. It reminded me of bleached bone.
Damian once revealed its beauty, its potential, especially when mixed with another color. He used to take a paintbrush, changing red by adding white white, blue as well.
His swirling of colors manifested around me, reacting to my memory.
Ah, yes. I must have left reality and entered the Shadow Forest. At the very least I was on the edge of a Door.
I closed my eyes and breathed, marveling that I still had a solid shape. I willed the fog to disappear, for the sky to ripple with Damian’s colors.
Another will, a stronger will, like a rope, or a strand of spider web tugged at my own. It sucked out the color in the sky, feeding it to the mist.
“Did you think it would be that easy, tidbit?” Duessa’s laughter echoed in my ears. “This is my Place of Power.”
“You’ve actually seized a corner of the Shadow Forest and made it her own.” I opened my eyes to stare at the rippling landscape, caught between horror and admiration.
No, this was not going to be easy at all. I would confront her in a setting of her choosing, not mine.
Pillars shot up out of the ground, slender columns of rock reaching for the sky. A floor of black and white squares spread out beneath my feet. A faint, shimmering web connected each pillar, forming an elaborate lacework below the ceiling.