Fall in Love With Fairytales
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Fairy Tales…I have always sought out the original, non-Disney versions. These tales were warnings for children. No…don’t go in the woods! It’s full of wolves and other things that will eat you up. Beware of scary people along the road. Keep your promises or pay the consequences. So many useful ideas. But the Beyond Fairytales line is a whole different thing. Focused on the romantic elements while still keeping the spirit of the tales.
I am working on my story yet…Death’s Messengers. Which naturally lent itself to a tale of a grad student slash goatherd and three gorgeous men… Is she destined to be their Mistress?
Here’s a bit from it:
Once Upon a time, Death made her way along the high rock path above the ocean. Her aged limbs creaked and protested, but her job waited for no man. The narrow, steep trail was a trial for the old thing and she bemoaned the hot weather and long distances she traveled each day. Her quarry lay many miles ahead and as she journeyed the sun lowered in the sky. Soon darkness would descend and her busy time arrive.
Why so many met their end at night, she did not know. Only that they did and she had to be there to collect their souls or they would be trapped in their rotting flesh forever. If humans realized that they would be quicker to greet Death and less protesting. It was for her to fetch the immortal part of mortal man and return it to the gods.
As the shadows lengthened, she drew her long, dark cloak tighter around her shoulders and forced her aching legs to move faster. Although it was not cold, she felt the need for the safety of her garment’s voluminous folds.
The caverns loomed deep and dark to her right, the sheet cliff to the dark blue waters to her left. Immortal didn’t mean unable to be hurt, as her throbbing knees assured. If she were to fall off the edge, she’d be in great pain, her job would still need to be done, and she’d have to do it while agony surged through her bones.
The caverns held untold horrors, but none had so far come forth to challenge her this night.
Tomorrow, please look for a post from Sara Daniel.
Red Book of Grown-Up Fairytales
Blue Book of Grown-Up Fairytales
Green Book of Grown-Up Fairytales