Just a quick excerpt I wanted to share from my work-in-progress novel, Deshay of the Woods. Very nearly finished, and won’t that be a relief :).
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A wolf howled in the woods, its echoing cry long and mournful. The sound brought comfort to Deshay, reminding her that this was still her forest. At the southernmost point of her kingdom, near the eastern bridge to Lott’s Vale, white-capped peaks of the Yuon Mountains could be seen just above the tips of the trees. They turned a haunting blue whenever touched by the moon’s light. Another point in her forest held a well-hidden quagmire, brimming with stunning, flowery vines Deshay suspected were not typical in these parts. Patterns of red, orange and purple adorned the swamp, with bright green trailing plants filling in the gaps. In the heart of her forest stood a great oak tree she was sure must be the grandfather to all other oaks in the region. The vast expanse of its branches extended outward like thick spider arms, providing ample shade for the perennials, iris and sage blossoming beneath. Deshay saw these things in her mind’s eye and knew they were there, because these were her woods. She might be cursed, but her master had gifted her with a beautiful prison and she was not about to let the monks—or anyone else for that matter—take it from her.