It’s #BookQW and Cor is ‘down’ for magical adventure!
I had to really trim this one to fit on the post, so here is more of this magical scene starting chapter 1:
Bonterra City, in the Windborne Britain District
Well past midnight, Cor glided in a serpentine motion down dark, tree-lined streets. His longboard’s wheels made a rhythmic thump crossing the concrete’s seams, and he pumped his wings every five thumps to keep up his speed. As the houses, dressed up with flowers and guarded by fences, spread farther apart, he slowed and turned a corner. Ancient rowans arched overhead, making the passage feel like a cathedral. Tonight, he’d timed his entrance perfectly with the crescendo mounting in his earbuds.
With a flourish of swinging arms, he pointed left, then right. Gold magic sailed from his fingertips and filled the gaps between branches. Some shone like soap bubbles, others caught webs and left 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 halted with a stomp of his foot, Dvorák’s violin concerto racing to its crashing peak. Every tree was aglow with his stained-glass windows, the farthest fading ones enhancing the impression that this natural wonder extended forever.
The music ended. With his thumb, he clicked off his mobile phone, savoring the last notes and flickers of light until his magical forest fell dark again.
If he could get to a truly wild version of these old trees, he’d never leave.
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Hesitating to give Cor a chance? So did the elders on the Isle of Giuthas.
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On a personal note:
Cor is all about the trees and the bees. He even develops a protective coating between them. The last week, I’ve been happily admiring our spring blooming trees but it’s been colder and raining, so not as many bees venturing out. However, one of their favorite native trees is bursting with flowers this year: the Eastern Redbud.
I’m quite please to claim this tree as one we nurtured when a sprout appeared in our yard. It’s taller than the house now, and presenting a beautiful view from our second floor window!
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