This blog will post stories, thoughts, inspirations, and comments from the mind of author Melynda Caston for other to enjoy and comment on.
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Weaver's Route by Melynda Caston. $2.99 from Smashwords.com
After a series of bad marriage arrangements, Samantha Devanger heads into the world with a letter to study the Great Weave of the Universe, only to cross paths with the mysterious and powerful Elder Lycenean. Her world, her beliefs, are shattered when an ancient prophecy names her as the savior of their world.
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Friday, May 11, 2012
Angel page 6
A
glass flew across the room and Angelina turned them so it hit them in the back,
shielding the youngest Sister, before it broke on the floor. Angelina tried to
steady Amy, too, but her nervous sister dropped the water bowl and it broke on
the floor.
The
younger sister looked wide-eyed at the water on the floor before she scurried
off. “Stupid, you can’t do anything, can you?” the middle Sister yelled as she
laughed. Both of the older girls shared very similar features, though the
middle Sister was (less of a leader). It was impossible to tell if this was her
nature or whether her siblings had crushed her budding independence early. To
distinguish herself from her older siblings she once tried to lighten her hair
to a brilliant blond color, but through accident or subtle sabotage her hair
fell out and she spent the better part of two years perpetually in wigs. Both
older sisters headed for Amy now and Amy backed up to the door to the hallway
that lead to the back of the house.
“I
think,” the Middle Sister began, “our stupid cousin needs to sleep where all
slow, filthy fools belong.”
They
weren’t really her cousins but that is how every one referred to them with
respect to her. Amy was trying to get back out of the house, get back to work. “This
will work,” Angelina whispered to Amy knowing they were about to throw them
out.
“Get
her stuff,” the Eldest commanded her lady’s maid who quickly got the basket and
a dress from the tiny scullery maid’s room and handed it to her mistress.
The
two older sisters grabbed Amy, their fingers digging into her tiny arms, and
pulled her to the back door. There they took her outside and pushed her off the
steps to land in the rubbish heap, then threw her one good dress and the basket
out into the rubbish heap, too. “And don’t come back,” they cackled and grinned
as they went back inside.
Angelina
sighed. “I hate parties, but at least they sent us away.” Angelina still didn’t
know how they were going to be able to pay their debt this month and pay their
rent here. She was starting to think they would have to move, so this was step
in the right direction.
Amy
picked up the dress and scraped off some of the muck. “It will have to be
washed now or the Matron will lash me.” Amy was all for the idea of moving and
not telling anyone where they were, especially Nathaniel. She was still sore
from him getting to them last night. And she knew Angelina was more than sore
and this beating wasn’t going to help.
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Angel page 5
Chapter 2
Weeks had gone by and Amy hadn’t been
back to the manor house. However, there was going to be an event the next
night. Her three cousins, whom everyone called the Sisters, were very, very
excited about it, which meant they were extra mean to Amy.
“Hey,
Dungheap-girl,” the eldest yelled at Amy and grabbed a riding crop, “where's my
brush?” She waved the crop like a weapon, her medium dark blond hair slightly
disheveled. All of the children of the Matron were born with blond hair with a
trace of dark, which turned darker as they matured. She often rambled on about
dying her hair black, but that color was reserved by her mother, and she would
never dare to go directly against her mother’s decree.
With
several mighty swings she beat Amy across the back until the youngest Sister
displayed the brush for her. The youngest daughter of the Matron had a rounder
face and her hair had stayed mostly blond. Within her she harbored a kind soul
which had slowly been burnt on the outside by the incessant, searing flames of
her older siblings. The Eldest laughed, grabbed her youngest sibling by the arm
and threw her at Amy, sending the girl hurling uncontrolled across the floor. But
Angelina caught her before she was about to hit her head on the floor. The eldest
Sister laughed again and began to beat them both.
Taking
advantage of a long backswing the youngest sister scooted off and the Eldest
ceased her attacks and walked away, sitting down to play in her powders on
dressing table.
Amy
got up slowly, and Angelina ached from the beating. She did her best to keep
Amy from being hurt or feeling hurt. Amy quietly fetched the water bowl for the
youngest sister, who was bleeding from several gashes on her arm. Amy
was very scared of blood but she was more scared of being beaten again.
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