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How is your summer going? Mine has been busy thus far and it doesn’t look like it’s going to let up anytime soon. All good things.

When I started writing QoB, I intended it to be a single POV, but that just wasn’t working very well. It is now a 4 POV book. I’ll be making lots of revisions to include the voices of Oya, Tai, and a woman you’ll meet today. It’ll still be Arvid’s book, with roughly half of the scenes coming from her, but you’ll get a glimpse into other minds as well. Today, I have a bit from Tai’s POV.

Much love to our gracious hostess, Emily Witt.

Math: first digit of date + first digit of year + month = 2 + 2 + 7 = 11 paragraphs (under 500 words)

Character descriptions:

Arvid 5’6″, dark copper skin, long brown hair, brown eyes, gymnast’s build

Taiamuk 6’3″, long red hair, gray eyes, a multitude of freckles, numerous scars, muscles a la young Jackie Chan. Notable scars include three stab wounds on his right side and a long, horizontal gash across his chest.

Necessary Context

  • Tai’s POV.
  • First drafty, especially the last paragraph. Sorry. I runned out of steam.

The moment his step-mother released Taiamuk, Tikaleam threw her arms around his neck. “Oh, Taiamuk, I missed you.”

He lifted his half-sister and spun her in the air, shocked how much older she looked. He remembered a pretty but gangly woman in her late teens. During his absence, her figure filled out and her face thinned to make her into a proper beauty. If not for Arvid, he’d call Tikaleam, with her shimmering bronze hair and rosy cheeks, unrivaled.

“And I missed you. Are you married? Any children?” If she provided any nephews or nieces while he lived on the mountain, he intended to start spoiling them immediately, to make up for lost time.

Behind him, an alto voice crooned, “With the way you doted on her?”

Hatred, intensified by the unwanted thrill of anticipation that accompanied the voice, surged through him. He covered his scowl with a kiss on Tikaleam’s cheek as he set her down and managed to plaster a smile on his face before he turned.

“Every man who thought to court her lived in fear of your vengeance should she shed a single tear inspired by them.”

Another traitorous shock of anticipation hit him and it took all his control to keep from sneering at the woman who spoke. Full lips he knew to be skilled in creating pleasing sensations parted in a suggestive smile. Large breasts loomed over the top of the woman’s bodice, forming a cushion perfect for burying his face in. Desire for that body once dominated him like vodvaysh smoke enslaved its addicts. Yet, he despised her. He thought the years away cured him of her. No… He knew they did. He lusted, but not for her. She simply represented a cheap fix.

The curvaceous brunette opened her arms and stepped toward him.

“Lady Zedeleam.” Taiamuk took her hand, brought it between them to halt her advance, and touched his lips to it. “You are looking well.”

“Isn’t she?” Layfmuk slipped his arm around her waist. He smiled, but a faint worry line appeared between his brows.

Zedeleam’s smile widened, but she kept it on Taiamuk rather than turning it on his half-brother, and her eyes hardened. She had no intention of entertaining the younger prince with the crown prince returned from his quest in time to claim the throne. She expected Taiamuk to pick up where they left off almost seven years ago. He knew it, and Layfmuk knew it. She was going to be disappointed. Taiamuk planned to encourage Layfmuk to purge himself of her, too.

Venus at Her Mirror by Diego Rodriguez de Silva y Velazquez, 1649-51.  Very Zedeleam.

Venus at Her Mirror by Diego Rodriguez de Silva y Velazquez, 1649-51.
Very Zedeleam.

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