By gum, it’s Wednesday (yes, yes, in NZ by the crazy placement of the international date line) and time again for the Wednesday WIPpet, where we share something from our Work In Progress. In honour of the 23rd, I’m sharing (about) 23 lines, from page 23 of The Fall of the Kings.
Josiah has had a rough day and has finally found a moment alone:
As always, the pulsating glow of the giant crystal was an immediate balm to my frazzled nerves, and I sagged against the cool stone lintel transfixed once again by the miracle it was.
It was twice the height of a man, with a girth at least three times that again. At night the soft amber glow radiating from its heart could be seen all across the Kingdom. It was a beacon to the lost, hope in the darkness, and all the more amazing because it was surrounded by a garden full of mature trees that by all reckoning should block the light. But somehow it was always visible, and I for one had set my course by it more times than I could count.
This view was the one privilege of being Overseer I cherished above all others. While the Heartstone was freely accessible to all, this was the only room in the Kingdom that looked straight down into its golden heart. Although I was able to watch all who approached the stone, by a clever quirk of design it was impossible for anyone on the ground to see me.
With every exhalation I felt the burdens of the day ease. Legend told the One God himself had reached down and laid the Heartstone in Gaelladorn as sign of his blessing and favour. Over the years I’d heard many people give their opinion on what that entailed – although I suspect God’s idea of blessing and favour isn’t the same as our limited human ones.
Stretching out my hand, I curved my fingers so they followed the silhouette of the stone.
Gifted by God and watched over by me.
I fought back the urge to laugh hysterically.
Well there it is. Josiah is my only character (ever) written in the first person point of view and I’m not sure it will survive the current edit, but for now that’s page 23.