Hellbound Hearts (2009)
“The sun hung high in the sky, strong and hot, and the Almighty had made it a good growing season so far. The villagers’ prayers and offerings had not gone unheard by Rain Cloud, and the seasonal rains had been regular and steady, occasionally overly generous and swelling the wash so that the water rose and the wind sang through the entrance and across its liquid surface. Because of this, the People had named this place Aponovi, the wind that blows across the gap. But all of that could change so quickly. And it would, if Wikvaya did not get back in time to warn the other spirit warriors.
He stared at the sand painting, unable to resist watching it shimmy and shift. The unseen hand wielding the colors was expert, the lines precise and myriad. Never in his twenty-two summers had he seen such complexity and beauty. The combination of textures and the odd, dark hues were mesmerizing, pulling him closer because he couldn’t wait to see where the lines would go next. Was there a sound? Was it... whispering to him, enticing him to reach down and try adding a line or two of his own to the pattern, something to bring it closer to completion?MoreLess
He stared at the sand painting, unable to resist watching it shimmy and shift. The unseen hand wielding the colors was expert, the lines precise and myriad. Never in his twenty-two summers had he seen such complexity and beauty. The combination of textures and the odd, dark hues were mesmerizing, pulling him closer because he couldn’t wait to see where the lines would go next. Was there a sound? Was it... whispering to him, enticing him to reach down and try adding a line or two of his own to the pattern, something to bring it closer to completion?MoreLess
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