This is Day Three of the the Epic Carousel Tides Snippet Tweet, sponsored by Baen. Street date 11/2. Book launch 10/30. Mark your calendars!
Visiting the Wood, frying a man’s grass – not exactly walking lightly on the land. And the land had taken note.
It’s an old machine; a menagerie, like the name says, three across, twenty-three animals and a chariot.
Horses: an Indian pony with a blanket saddle; a bejeweled charger; a dandy little gray with fangs, batwings furled against its sides.
Force flowed and flowered, prickly against my skin. I tasted mint and honey, a tattered remnant of Gran’s signature.
“Saw the one with batwings take a nip out of a fella come down to talk to your gran.”
“You’re trenvay,” I said, sounding accusatory in my own ears. Borgan raised a lazy eyebrow. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
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Here ends Day Three of the Epic Carousel Tides tweet-a-thon. Tune in bright and early tomorrow for the next installment!