‘Do you remember the Faery Tale, about the Fisherman’s son?’
Ekus put his hands in his pockets. ‘Of course.’
Ekus pitied her, even though she didn’t look remotely sad. She was talking about own her child. The one that, just one hundred years ago, passed away. There were rumours about him, a Faery Tale as she described it. Fluttering whispers that he was to be great and powerful. They were just rumours, of course, but rumours can be just as dangerous as monsters.
This is a snippet from my very first novel! It gives absolutely nothing away, just like I intended (ma-ha-ha-ha!). To be honest, I’m not even sure if this snippet made the final draft, but the tension and the mysterious give-away-nothing smiles have remained, so don’t fret too much. I have also decided to post up a bonus story from the book soon, only because it too didn’t make the final draft. Regardless, it’s filled with magic and mystery. That’s all you can ask for in life, really.