It’s #BookQW and Cor knows the ‘perfect’ way to work his magic on trees.
More from the story:
At well past two in the morning, Cor glided atop his longboard down dark, tree-lined streets in a serpentine motion. The wheels made a rhythmic thump crossing the concrete’s seams and he pumped his wings every five thumps to keep up his speed on the way home. Right up until the last block where he turned a corner and slowed.
The ancient rowans completely arched overhead, making the passage feel like a natural cathedral. Tonight he’d timed his entrance perfectly with the crescendo mounting in his earbuds. With a flourish of swinging arms, he pointed left and right. Gold magic sailed between branches and filled the gaps. Some shone like a soap bubble, others caught webs and left microscopic glowing lines in lacy patterns. The best trapped leaves. His magic lit their tissue from within and left the veins as dark skeletons.
At the block’s end, Cor swung a wide arc in the intersection to face his creation and stomped down a foot, Dvorák’s violin concerto racing to its crashing peak. Every tree was set aglow with his stained glass windows, the farthest fading ones only enhancing the perspective that this natural wonder extended forever.
The music ended. He clicked off his phone, savoring the last notes and flickers of light until his magical forest fell dark again.
If he could get to such a place, he’d never leave.
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If you enjoyed this excerpt of Book 2, meet Fern in Book 1, The Witch of the Meadows.
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