The Dancers of Arun (2014)
“The rocks fell away as the chearas rode up the final curve of the northern road. They looked down. Kerris’ hand ached, he was gripping the rein so hard. He flexed his fingers. He glimpsed silver-gray houses, a patchwork of pastures, gardens, and fields. Veins of blue water decorated the gold meadows. On the rim of the bowl, trees whose branches stood straight up against their trunks lined the horizon like fenceposts.
They went down toward the village. A woman waved from a meadow. She was sh...epherding a squawking flock of geese to a pond. “Eyah, Kel, Ilene,” she called. “It’s well you’ve come, we can use you.”
A bird with scarlet feathers darted under Magrita’s nose and into a flowering beech tree. Kerris stared. He had never seen one like it. It strutted on the pendulous branch, brilliant and cocky. “Kerris!” said Kel. He beckoned. “Come up, come ride beside me.” Kerris clucked to the mare. Kel pointed to a gray peaked roof on the eastern side of the bowl.MoreLess
They went down toward the village. A woman waved from a meadow. She was sh...epherding a squawking flock of geese to a pond. “Eyah, Kel, Ilene,” she called. “It’s well you’ve come, we can use you.”
A bird with scarlet feathers darted under Magrita’s nose and into a flowering beech tree. Kerris stared. He had never seen one like it. It strutted on the pendulous branch, brilliant and cocky. “Kerris!” said Kel. He beckoned. “Come up, come ride beside me.” Kerris clucked to the mare. Kel pointed to a gray peaked roof on the eastern side of the bowl.MoreLess
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