Release Day - Beneath a Fearful Moon

 It’s release day!

She seems nice!

The Moon is Waning Gibbous, the first phase after the Full Moon. This will last about a week, with the illumination growing less and less until the Moon becomes a Last Quarter Moon with about half its illumination.

This is ALSO one of the most exciting days for most authors. It’s probably second only to “I’ve been accepted by a publisher/agent” day.

Today is the day and the novella is BENEATH A FEARFUL MOON. Here’s an excerpt for your reading enjoyment:

Across the mill pond a flash of light and movement caught her attention. It took her a moment to track, but once she had sight of it, she followed it easily. A wispy, gauzy, slightly luminescent form that moved along the water’s shore. If she hadn’t known better, she might have taken the figure for a child at play. But no child ever moved with the grace and speed that the figure exhibited.

 

“Burgher.” Aubrey kept her eyes on the Fae creature. “Does this pond have naiads?”

 

“Hmm?” Abela spoke through his handkerchief. “Oh, I suppose. Most any body of water around here that you can’t step over has one or two.”

 

“You have accords with them?”

 

“Of course,” Abela said. There was a light sarcasm to his response. “If we built where a naiad had claim, she’d be nothing but a bloody nuisance. Lure the workers away and leave them in the forest, steal essential parts for laughs. I’d sooner pour resin in all the wheels and cogs than build without Fae approval. Even with an accord, it’s as much like making peace with a bear. Never know when they might turn and take your head off.”

 

“I don’t suppose you have a silver spoon, burgher? A new or newly polished one would be best. Or any silver. A penny?” Aubrey had one or two in her pouch, but Abela had pushed her. It was a small revenge, but she would take it where she could find it.

 

“A few, yes. Gold too.” Abela reached inside his coat and produced a velvet bag with ornate silk drawstrings worked with gold that clinked of precious metals. “Why?”

 

“It might be that your Fae friends know a bit more than you do.” Aubrey gestured toward the naiad skipping along the shore.

 

“One does not make friends with animals.” Abela poured the contents of his bag into his hand and sifted “If they weren’t so damned dangerous, we’d be better off driving them out. They’re termites in the floor.”

Read the rest from BENEATH A FEARFUL MOON available on Amazon now, and all other fine ebook retailers soon!

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