Excerpts From Unfinished Novels #4: Glass Hearts - Roundup
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on by diaries from her forgotten youth, Ellie travels far and wide in search of
someone who can help restore the memories she took from herself, and help her
find her long-lost love.
Excerpt is from the
start of the book, around chapter ¾.
‘I found a spell that
will reveal my soul mate to me; I’m going to try it tonight.
Oh my Gods…she’s
amazing; funny, clever, and absolutely gorgeous. Her name is Angela and she is
Ellie shivered and pulled her cloak tighter around herself
as the fierce easterly wind dragged sheets of icy rain with it, pelting the
side of her face and extinguishing any hope of sustaining a fire; without a
flame she had no hope of creating a charm to keep herself warm. She had hoped
to try and find a more sheltered place in which to make camp, but the wind and
rain were getting worse, signalling an incoming storm. Sighing, Ellie scanned
the area around her and managed to spy a small copse where she should be able
to set up a shelter for her horse and anchor her caravan. She quickly directed
her horse to the copse, and once there, worked as quickly and efficiently as
possible to get a shelter up, set Milly up under it with a blanket and a bucket
of oats once she’d been rubbed down, and then made her way inside her caravan.
By the time she entered her small home she was soaked through; her teeth were
chattering and her fingers felt numb and useless as she struggled to light her
lantern. She could barely grip the flint properly, and she cursed as she failed
to get a single spark. She angrily threw the flint on the table and slumped
into the nearest seat, curling up and bringing her fingers to her lips so she
could breathe warm air over them while rubbing them together. She started
shaking, but eventually the strength returned to her fingers, and she hastily
took up the flint again.
This time she was met with success and she soon had her
lantern and the stove lit, their flames creating shadows that danced merrily
around the caravan walls. Once the flames were strong enough, Ellie shed her
wet clothes, closed her eyes and pulled what heat she could towards herself, wrapping
it around her body like a blanket. The effect was immediate; her body instantly
felt warm and the strength returned to her bones. She revelled in the heat for
a while longer, and once her body had fully dried she grabbed a pair of
undergarments, britches, and a loose tunic, and quickly dressed. She held the
warmth around herself as she cooked and ate her dinner, and it wasn’t until she
was buried under several layers of blankets that she finally let it go,
extinguishing the fire in the stove and lantern in the process. She sighed and
buried herself further under the blankets, closing her eyes in anticipation of
a good night’s sleep.
Which was not meant to be.
After what seemed like an eternity of tossing and turning
Ellie officially gave up on sleep and gave in to the thoughts and questions
banging away in her brain. Luckily there was enough heat left in the embers of
the stove to allow her to light the lantern from her bed, and once the caravan
was once again basking in the glow of its flame, she reached under her mattress
and pulled out the old, leather-bound book that was the cause of her journey.
She opened it and read through the entries for what must have been the
twentieth time, her heart still pounding at the now-familiar words. She
couldn’t believe that it was all true; she’d long thought it all a dream, a
fantastical fantasy, that she had experienced a love beyond anything she could
have hoped for. But her diary, hidden for so long, told her otherwise, told her
that it was true, that Angela was real. And that it was her fault she was gone.
Tears welled up in Ellie’s eyes as she read over the last few entries.