So, I’ve been working on a new story. I wasn’t expecting to be writing this, to be honest, but my sister and I were talking it out recently (after having consumed some excellent chocolate) and I found a story in a person I had not considered writing for.
The story I’m now working on takes place in the same universe as my Éire’s Viking Trilogy. It is not meant to be a fourth book in a three-book series; it’s meant to stand on its own. We’ll see how that goes, shall we? The setting begins in Éire of the mid-9th Century and will move to Nordweg, as a young man seeks to learn about his father’s people.
His father was Tuirgeis. If you haven’t yet heard of him, check out my trilogy. He was a real person, but his son is entirely fictional. You can meet him here:
“Rúadhán! You great amadán! Get yourself on your feet so I can see you.” Her voice was nearer, its clarity unhindered by breeze or distance. He guessed she was within view if only he stood. So, reluctantly, he did.
“Here I am, Charis.” He kept his voice low, for he didn’t wish to frighten the hiding hound any further. Pushing himself out of the tall grass to his feet, he jerked his chin up, knowing that his brighter-than-fire hair would do the rest.
The healer lifted a brow. “What do you think you’re doing out here?”
“I’m a man! I’ve been blooded in battle. I’ve taken Communion. I’ve done all I need to do to prove myself, Charis. Except to you.”
She snorted and made a deprecating gesture with one hand. “Rúadhán, I’ve been breathing air longer than anyone I know. You don’t have to prove your manhood to me. You just have to prove your sense.”
This is going to be a romance, and as it develops, I’ll share the heroine with you, too. 🙂 She might surprise you.