“You’ve done a lot of things, in a lot of places. There’s a certain degree of myth to your life, Katerin. Surely you can’t fault them for exploring that.” Telemir’s expression was considering.
“I don’t fault them,” she said. “But they were terrified.”
“You can be incredibly scary, Lady Katerin. Especially when you mean to be.”
“But I don’t mean them any harm."
Telemir waved a hand. “Do you know what they do all day? They live simply. You, no matter how hard you try to, do not. You never will. That’s not to say simplicity is a worse lot, likely, I’d guess you wish for what they have. But to them you are a legend. The stuff stories are made of.”
She stared at him in the dwindling light.
“Was Kryrial terrifying? Was he the stuff of legends to you?”
She pursed her lips, and bobbed her head, her fingers finally ceasing their incessant tapping. “So, their perspective is not so far fetched, is it?” He gestured. “They don’t hate you. They just don’t understand. Everywhere you go that they have heard about is a story mostly devoid of fact, about war and death, love and heroics.” He laughed, a short, nervous thing. “They don’t know that you curse at your furniture in the early morning hours because you heard a noise in the barn and stubbed your toe on the way to investigate.”
Thanks for reading a rough excerpt from Omen! Book Five of the Torrent Skies Saga is coming along swimmingly! (If you liked this, and say so, I would happily post more in the future!)
Love and thanks to all my readers and followers,
--Sabra
