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Good afternoon, snippetteers! I hope the weather is lovely where you are. I’m sitting in the garden with the laptop after a day hunting for kitchen tiles. For the first time ever, I’m going to have a new kitchen… rather exciting, that. Before I disappear into domestic details, it’s time for this week’s rainbow snippets.
Thank you for all the comments on last week’s snip, which is the opening to my new fantasy novel, Healing Glass. I used to write nothing but fantasy, sci-fi and historicals, and then, five, six years ago, it all changed and I started to write in real time. Going back to fantasy is both exciting and scary. Bit like that kitchen.
I’m going to persevere, though, and to help that along I’ve booked myself an editing slot for the beginning of August. Not something I’ve ever done, but I’m hoping it will help cut the procrastination and second-guessing.
Now, for the snip. Last week, I introduced you all to Minel, my main character. He’s an outstanding, gifted glass master, despite his youth. Today, we’re going to meet the antagonist. Wark, Regent of the City Council, and a former glass maker apprentice himself. Here, Wark contemplates a gift.
From Healing Glass
The tiny plate of glass that could change the workroom’s atmosphere in the time it took Wark to draw breath hung on a thin chain just off the largest window. Intricate and delicate like the finest lace, it glowed in all the colours of the rainbow and hummed with power. The ornament had been in his workroom for ten years, a gift from Minel on the day Wark had become a councillor.
Wark had touched the small item and all joy over his achievement had drained from the day, because Minel, barely a third into his apprenticeship, had crafted something so wonderful it had left Wark speechless. The glass was exquisite, carefully made and coloured, and the wash of joy Wark felt when he touched it spoke of more than just talent.
Wark had wanted to shove his fist down the boy’s throat. He’d trained for more years than Minel had been alive. He’d worked and studied, and he’d never produced anything even close to the beauty and power of that small ornament Minel had gifted him.