Hi everyone and happy Halloween.
To celebrate the day and my new release, I thought I’d post another snippet from Black is the Colour. It’s a medieval fairytale and just the sort of thing to curl up with on All Hallow’s Eve.
The inspiration for the story came from an old folk song, a picture I stumbled across and the Grimm’s tale - Jorinde and Joringel.
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Ciana has loved Oran all her life and nothing, not even her father will prevent them from being together. But the Mayor of Stonemark has higher aspirations for his daughter than the village blacksmith. He engages the help of a witch and dark magic to bend Ciana to his will.
Oran knows that he doesn’t deserve Ciana. But their love is stronger than the metal he forges and welds. She has his heart and he will never turn from her no matter the cost.
Separated, Ciana will need all her strength to journey through the deep forest and save Oran from the witch’s curse. Alone and with only a trail of black feathers to follow, Ciana will fight against the odds and attempt to bring her lover home.
The sense of freedom and weightless surged through Oran as he flew through the sky. He could fly forever, nothing could stop him – nothing would tether him to the ground. He soared upwards and then he let the wind currents carry him over the great forest below.
Kraaah! He called out in joy as the wind ruffled across his feathers and gently buffeted his body. The world stretched out before him. Past the forest sat the grey marsh and beyond that the purple haze of the mountains. The world was his and he could see forever. Why had he ever limited himself to one small plot of earth – when this had been waiting for him?
But something had stopped him from leaving when he had been a man. Oran tried to recall what it was – something had hold of him and would not let him go. Oran turned slowly and circled over the forest – something or someone wanted him to stay; but why?
His gaze fell back to the distant mountains; they beckoned him with their stillness. He couldn’t stay here; he needed the cold wind and wild. His heart soared as he turned his back on the old forest and flew towards the desolate marsh.
Oran swooped down and flew over the boggy mud, water and reeds. There was a sense of desolation and sorrow which seemed to permeate the marsh. It seeped over him like a fine, misty drizzle of rain on a winter’s day. It pulled him down as if it wanted him to stay but Oran could see the mountains and he pushed on.
Ahead, in the middle of the marsh was a half toppled ring of standing stones. Oran’s interest was snagged; they looked as if they were covered in something black.
As he neared he saw the stones were covered by a multitude of ravens. They called to him – Come brother join us – you are home.
My brethren! My brothers! Oran thought as the ravens took to the sky. The air was filled with a dark blanket of black feathers as the ravens spiralled upwards.
Join us brother. Join us and be free!
Oran hesitated for an instant as he watched as the ravens flew above him. His heart bubbled with belonging as he flapped his wings and took his place with his brethren.
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