Monday, April 24, 2017

Book Excerpt for the Day


    A man was approaching from the northwest stepping out of the sun’s brilliance.  She shaded her eyes and watched as he moved easily down the slight incline from the village.  A scribal kit was looped over his shoulder and he carried a dagger at his belt.  She recognized him after a moment: the man who had knelt to speak with the children at the well, and had seemed to be grieving.
    He stopped beyond the well and stood waiting.

    “A man!” Henerte snorted.  “Just what we need to foul things up!”  She straightened and stared at him as he gazed back at her.  She raised her voice slightly.  “Well?  Why doesn’t he come here instead of dawdling there?”

    “Maybe he doesn’t want to disturb us,” Nebet suggested.

    “A considerate man!” said the Town Scribe’s daughter.  “Will wonders never cease?”


    (from Mourningtide by Diana Wilder)

    8*/10.  The complete review is here.
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