8 August 2008
Extract from 'Dancing With Fate'
Where does the time go? It's a week since the release of 'Dancing With Fate' and I thought I'd post the promised extract from 'Dancing With Fate' before it's time to show the next release in the series.
EXTRACT AND BLURB FROM ''DANCING WITH FATE'
Terpsichore's task - to restore a love of dancing, to the Celts of Wales -- seems simple. However, all is not as it seems. Danger follows. Legends are threatened; and she had not meant to lose her heart ,or have to save the man she loves by dancing with Fate.
In this extract Terpsichore believes her task is finished and looks forward to returning home to Olympus, unaware that there is a hidden agenda and her mission has only just begun, and that she is being watched.
She was the loveliest woman Myrddin had ever seen. Spellbound, he watched her step from the falls. He should have turned away but he found it impossible not to watch her as she dried herself. When she started to dance, he was captivated by her grace and the eloquence of her movements. She seemed unconcerned about her nakedness. Not that she had anything to be ashamed of; such exquisite beauty should not be covered. Long, dark red-brown hair fell like a veil of silk to below her knees. Her skin was smooth and flawless; her breasts were firm and high, full but not heavy, above a tiny waist.
Her rounded hips undulated sensuously in time to her singing, while her upper body remained perfectly still, apart from the expressive movements of her arms. Her legs were slim and very long and she moved on tiptoe, her small feet scarcely seeming to touch the ground. Between her fingers, she held a long piece of silky material, which she swirled around her, until it seemed almost like a living thing.
Myrddin watched, enthralled. He'd never known anyone to dance as she did. The way she swivelled her hips had him mesmerised. Her voice was soft and clear, with a haunting quality. It reminded him of the musical bells of Maes Gwyddno, the civilization that now lay drowned beneath the sea. At times of danger, if one listened hard enough, one could hear the bells ringing from beneath the waves. Moreover, it may have been a trick of the light, but she seemed to radiate a soft glow, pure and shimmering. He shook his head in disbelief. He must be imagining it. He'd eaten nothing since dawn, this was surely a vision brought on by weakness from hunger.
Myrddin crept closer and a twig cracked underfoot. Before he could take cover, the beautiful dancer stood motionless. Her eyes, green as the depths of the ocean, looked directly into his.
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Posted by Hywela Lyn at 11:35 am