It’s a new year! Out with the old and in with the new, as they say. But I’m here chugging along on a few older stories, hoping to see them all finished off in the months ahead.
By next week, I hope to have a working blurb for this story (which probably won’t see the light of publishing day until later this year or even early next year… alas.)
Little preamble marked the coach’s departure. A loud oath from the old driver’s mouth, the brief, sharp rattle of harness, and then nothing but the wet slap of horses’ hooves and slipping wheels on the damp ground before the vehicle disappeared around a bend in the road.
Charlotte stood still, the mud sucking at her boots as she gazed into the distance. Two miles, the driver had said. Two more miles to Ellesferth Castle. She glanced over her shoulder at the darkening horizon. Two miles, without light, on an unfamiliar highway that threatened to pull her into the mire with every step. She took a deep breath, the chill in the air making her nose run and her eyes water. If she moved, she knew, she would at least keep some of the cold at bay.