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Wednesday, 15 February 2023

The language of the music was not what she spoke. Daryl Devore's A Voice in the Air on #MFRWhooks #MFRWAuthor #sweet #medieval #fantasy #romance

Book Hooks is a weekly meme hosted by Marketing for Romance Writers as part of the MFRW Authors Blog. It's a chance each week for you the reader to discover current WIP or previously published book by possibly new to you authors.

Today, I am showcasing a snippet from my sweet medieval romance – A Voice in the Air.

Scene Set – Cadi tries to move forward with her life.

Excerpt -

 The morning sun peeked through the broken slates in the stable roof. Yawning, Cadi climbed out of bed. These next few days would be long and tiring. Working at the tavern; lugging ales to men trying to drink away their pain, feeding meals to family members who’d descend on the village for the funerals. And as always, avoid the hands of those who felt they had permission to squeeze and pinch her.

Face scrubbed and hair tied under her scarf, Cadi made her way to the monastery. The monks who weren’t working on coffins or graves would be in the chapel practicing the funeral dirge. She would never be allowed to sing with them, but she could take a moment of her day and revel in their voices. Later, in her spot by the river, she would practice what she had heard. ‘Twas a sin for a woman to sing this holy music.

Settling onto her knees in a back pew, Cadi lowered her face, pretending to pray. The deep voices of the monks echoed off the grey stone walls. She did not understand the words. The language of the music was not what she spoke. But the sadness in their voices allowed her to understand the meaning.

Tears streamed down her cheeks. A passerby would think she was praying for those lost, not the passion of the music. Before she left, she lifted a prayer, asking — seeking — pleading — for a hint of the fate of Ewen.

She did not expect an immediate answer. It would be delivered when the time was right. She rose, then hurried off to the tavern. It would be a long while before she could lay her head on her pillow.

Blurb and Links -

Leading an army of faeries and pixies into battle against mountain trolls was not what Cadi expected when she accepted the task of rescuing Ewen - the son of the Overseer of the Faeries.

Squire Ewen followed his liege into battle with a head full of romantic notions of knights, heroics, and damsels in distress. Being captured by a troll, thrown into a cave, and awaiting a hideous death was not how he had foreseen his adventure to play out.

Can Ewen stay out of trouble long enough for Cadi to rescue him? Will Cadi overcome her doubts and fears and bring her beloved Ewen home to Plucks Ridge?

Or will the petty evilness of The Scorned One defeat all and destroy the magickal realm?

If you love action, humour, quirky characters, and romance, then Daryl Devoré’s latest medieval fantasy romance – A Voice in the Air – is a must read.

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8 comments:

  1. I love how you set the scene. Just by your writing, and not having to read the blurb, I could tell it was medieval. Well done. I also love her musings.

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  2. I love the power of these sentences:
    The deep voices of the monks echoed off the grey stone walls. She did not understand the words. The language of the music was not what she spoke. But the sadness in their voices allowed her to understand the meaning.
    placed me in the moment, in her grief and frustration that she cannot join her voice.

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  3. Great excerpt. Loved The language of the music she did not speak was telling

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  4. Enjoyed your excerpt. The whole thing brought you into the scene. The language of the music spoke to her even though she didn't understand it. Thanks for sharing!

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