I though it was time I posted a new excerpt from my fantasy novel, The Eynan, perhaps to pique the interest of those not quite decided whether or not to buy the book:) This is part of the scene where Jhond meets the man who accompanies him on his journey of discovery, Ninian:
He thought back to a conversation he’d had with Papa Marvek only a few weeks before he had died the year before last. Marvek had talked about the secrets still buried within the temple. He showed Jhond a huge volume called Mysteries of Power. Jhond remembered fingering the fragile pages that looked as if they might crumble if one held them too tightly. His grandfather had told him how very old it was and how many long lost secrets were hidden in its pages. Much of it was written in an archaic language of which Marvek could only read certain words, particular phrases and passages. One phrase Marvek said always fascinated him, always drew him back to it time and again was,
Power of the magi, lost and found, trapped and freed,
Beyond the pillars of history, beyond the sea,
Beyond the strands of time.
The reason it came back to Jhond now was that, according to the Mysteries of Power, the phrase was carved in the walls of the chapel deep in the chambers of the Temple of the Magi. It was said to be the most sacred mystery of the temple, hidden in plain sight because only those with the power to understand it would have the power to use it.
What particularly brought it back to Jhond’s mind that night was the fact the phrase “strands of time” appeared again. This time without the capital letters that had made it stand out in the oft-quoted reference. Should it really stand out as some kind of title? Was it purposely slipped unobtrusively into this important quote—hidden in plain sight? Did this phrase really have a more important, more special meaning?
“Don’t seem over-cautious there, friend.”
Jhond shot to his feet. The quiet, almost friendly voice shocked him out of his reverie. He swung around to see a tall, good-looking man with hair of the deepest black leaning against a tree directly behind where Jhond had been resting. The man had his hands crossed casually across his chest giving the clear message that he meant no harm—which was a good thing, too, considering he wore a long sword on the right side of his belt; two knives of varying lengths lay side by side on the left of his waist. To complete the picture, the stranger had a crossbow slung across his back and a quiver of bolts over one shoulder.
“Have I the need to be cautious with you, sir?” Jhond asked, acutely aware he was unarmed, his weapons across the fire nearer to his tethered horse than to him. This isn’t a good start to my career as an adventurer, he thought with ire.
“No, friend. Had you been of a mind to react differently, then I might have done the same. But you seem more interested in your reading matter than in being any kind of threat to me.” He smiled and moved forward with an unexpected grace for such a well-built man. “If you’d care to share your fire, we can each tell our story, if you’d be willing.” He nodded thanks as Jhond indicated with a wave of his arm that he might sit by the fire. He picked up an unseen large hold-all from behind the tree and threw it against the fallen log before squatting down the fire. “I am called Ninian. I am traveling north toward Myocol.”
“My name is Jhond.” He almost added of the House of Reeve, but stopped himself. He no longer felt he should use the connection. “Myocol. That’s a long journey on foot. Though I must say, you look well-prepared to protect yourself,” Jhond commented with a wry smile.
“Ah, but it’s a wise man who takes precautions, all the precautions he can.” He raised an eyebrow, emphasizing perhaps Jhond’s precautions were not all they could be, but adding a grin to take away any sting.
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