Snippet-The Spirits of Yule
Updated: Nov 2, 2019
I guess I'm a bit weird for the modern world in that I don't want to think about the Christmas season until the turkey has had his day. That being the case, The Spirits of Yule will release on November 29, 2019. This is the sequel to Wolf in the Shadow and picks up five years later. WARNING! The Spirits of Yule contains massive spoilers for Wolf in the Shadow.
For those who like sneak peeks, below is a snippet of the The Spirits of Yule.
A gust of wind screamed around the hills and blew snow into Eleanor’s face. She blinked her eyes to clear them, and her breath caught in her throat. A creature, not human according to her nose, crawled up the hill in front of her. It was unlike anything she had seen before, in either form. Cloven hooves sank into the deep snow, and multiple tails whipped away the falling flakes. A mass of tangled hair whipped in the breeze, and a sack across its broad back wriggled eerily.
Eleanor dropped to her belly, her canine senses telling her to be cautious. She slithered forward to get a better smell but stopped when the creature halted its climb.
“I see you.”
Eleanor froze. Snow whipped into her face and ruffled her fur the wrong way. Her heart beat wildly in her chest, and she panted as terror pumped through her veins. She tried to speak, but the sound was nothing more than a growl.
“None of that. I know you. Better than you know yourself. Come with me and join me. I could use another creature to help with my work.”
Eleanor stood, but she didn’t move forward. A gust of wind shifted and brought the creature’s stench to her nose. She sneezed. Ogre. She hated the smell of ogre. Foul creatures bent only to their own needs, they often raided small villages and took children from their beds, sometimes right from their mother’s arms. Crops and cattle were also at risk, especially in the winter months when snow lay deeply on the ground and food was scarce.
“Come on now. I won’t harm you.” The being’s voice was low and husky, almost seductive, yet something inside Eleanor told her to be cautious.
Eleanor shivered. Ogres couldn’t be trusted, and this one was far different from others. Older. Almost godlike. She sneezed. Still… It was cold. Frigid. And she could use a rest before returning home.
“That’s a good girl. Come with Grýla and let’s get you warm.”
Eleanor took a tentative step forward, then another. Her fur stood on end from more than the cold, and she wanted to turn and run. But she was exhausted from her trek through the forest and the discussion with Abilene. Rest wasn’t optional, and this creature, Grýla, was currently her only choice.