I had a new idea. Which is a pity cos I have my hands full with the last four. Anyway, it is parked but keeps sneaking out to entice me, and I wondered if the concept hooked. Doubtless this will change, but this is the very first draft of the start and the atmosphere I'm trying to lay, and I'm just wondering does it intrigue?
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The snow fell from the warm summer sky, wreathing the Michaelmas daisies in white, turning the tomatoes to soft pom-poms that would rot, frost-bitten, and die. The temperature fell as the thick flakes coated our garden, covered our car, spread down the street and into the city.
I mouthed the last words of enchantment, my nose pressed to the glass, and waited until he pushed his way through the garden gate and ducked under heavy tendrils of snow-draped honeysuckle. His dark eyes met mine, drawn to me, and his lips parted, red against pale skin.
I clapped my hands, delighted. A Snow Mage to command, all of my own. I hardly knew where to start.
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The snow fell from the warm summer sky, wreathing the Michaelmas daisies in white, turning the tomatoes to soft pom-poms that would rot, frost-bitten, and die. The temperature fell as the thick flakes coated our garden, covered our car, spread down the street and into the city.
I mouthed the last words of enchantment, my nose pressed to the glass, and waited until he pushed his way through the garden gate and ducked under heavy tendrils of snow-draped honeysuckle. His dark eyes met mine, drawn to me, and his lips parted, red against pale skin.
I clapped my hands, delighted. A Snow Mage to command, all of my own. I hardly knew where to start.