#SnippetSunday 11.29.2020

Happy Sunday everyone!

This week I’m featuring a snippet from Embers at Galdrilene, the first book in my Dragon’s Call series, available in ebook and paperback (audio in the process of being remade). We will return to Raven Daughter next week.  



“You want me to do what?” Kellinar looked at Serena in horror as she held up a worn, pale red dress and a wide headscarf of the same color.

“Kellinar, you know it’s a sure way out of the city,” Serena said, exasperation in her voice. “They’re looking for a young man, not a woman. You’re just lucky the mornings are still cool enough most women are still wearing headscarves.”

He tried to push the dress away. “I am not wearing that flaming thing. They would never believe it anyway. I don’t look anything like a blasted woman. What about the Thieves’ Exit?” he asked in desperation.

She planted her hands on her hips, her face set in the same stubborn expression she wore the night before when she insisted she accompany him. “We would still have to walk through the city streets to reach the Thieves’ Cave. You spend so much of your time sneaking about; you forget that sometimes the best way to hide something is to pretend you have nothing to hide at all.”

She held the dress up once again, her head cocked and her eyes narrowed as if she evaluated it. “This dress is going to work great. It should be loose enough that your shoulders won’t look so broad, but not so loose it hangs on you. The guards will see what we want them to. There are plenty of tall women. It will never cross their minds that you aren’t one of them. And what would make them think otherwise? Most men would die before wearing a dress.”

Kellinar stared at the dress. Dying might be a better idea. “They will never take me for a flaming woman. I’m missing a couple of defining parts in case you hadn’t noticed.”

She waved away his objection. “Don’t worry; I can take care of that.”

“Take care of that how?” he croaked. What else could she do with her magic?

She laughed and began rummaging in the small trunk at the end of her bed. She pulled an undergarment and several rags from it. “Trust me. Besides, it’s your fault I have to escape from the city like this. If you’re truly sorry for dragging me into this, you’ll do what’s necessary to get us out of here. You can change back into your normal clothing later.”

His thoughts scrambled for any ideas that would get him out of her plan. His mind betrayed him by coming up with nothing. She had deliberately used his guilt against him. He grabbed the dress. “You don’t play fair.”

She smiled at him sweetly. “You will thank me when we’re out of the city. Now take off your shirt.” He glared at her, but obeyed. As soon as he had it off, she slipped the undergarment around his torso and tied it tight. The thing was incredibly uncomfortable and binding.

Serena turned her back on him as he stripped off the rest of his clothes and struggled to get the yards of material over his head and situated. How in the name of the Fates did women get in and out of these things every day? At least they wouldn’t draw any attention when they left her room. Of course, on a normal day, a man seen leaving the boarding house wouldn’t cause comment. Not all the women who lived there made their money as serving girls at a tavern.

Once Kellinar settled the dress, Serena set about stuffing the top of the undergarment to give the appearance of the defining parts he’d talked about. He looked at her face as she worked and wondered if she was upset. Her lips were pressed together until they made a thin line in her face. It took him a minute to realize she was trying to keep from grinning.

“It’s not funny,” he growled.

That sent her into peals of laughter. “You should see your face. You look like a five-year-old made to stand in the corner. Honestly, Kellinar, I had no idea you could pout so well.” When she finished, Serena wound the scarf around his head so that it partially covered his face. Still laughing, she slung her pack over her shoulder, opened the door and stepped into the hall.


I hope you enjoyed this snippet, feel free to leave a comment. Make sure you check out the #SnippetSunday Facebook group so you can read snippets by all the other authors on there. Maybe you will find your next great read, I know I’ve found a few since joining this.

The war between the Guardians and the Shadow Riders ended in total devastation. The final battle killed all the dragons and left nothing but fields of ash. A small clutch of dragon eggs was all that remained to provide hope for the future.

Five hundred years later, the ability to use magic is a death sentence and dragons are remembered as a curse. But the unhatched dragons sing for their riders…and six lives will be changed forever.

The elements of magic are drawn together as the dragons’ call leads them on a journey where they learn everything they’ve been taught to believe about magic and dragons is wrong.

When an evil from the past rises again, and Shadow Dragons ride the dawn once more, they will risk everything to save a future none of them thought possible.

8 thoughts on “#SnippetSunday 11.29.2020

  1. Most of the time when men go through the routines that many women go through in an attempt to measure up to societal standards of attractiveness, they find themselves saying that they don’t know how women do it.
    It wouldn’t be fair if I were the model they were trying to emulate, of course. I stopped doing all that crap years ago!
    ~Cie from Naughty Netherworld Press and Readers Roost~


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