Prologue
“Mom! It’s time!”
Laura Evans cracked her eyelids, reluctant to leave the warmth of her bed. But she kicked her husband, startling him, and rolled out from beneath the covers. Her daughter, Diana, backlit by moonbeams streaming through the window, was hunched over clutching her distended belly and panting heavily. Vaaron automatically reached beneath the bed and came to his feet wielding an intimidating broadsword.
Diana sputtered out a guffaw at the sight of her naked father and growled between gritted teeth, “Dad, you won’t need that unless you intend to cut the cord...” She gasped and waddled farther into the room.
Vaaron’s sword clattered to the stone floor and he muttered, “Bloody hell!” as he pulled on pants. Now, partially clothed, at a loss for words, or action, he turned to his wife and stood gaping stupidly at her.
Laura rolled her eyes. “A little light and heat would be good, dear.”
“Right!” Vaaron scrambled into action, conjuring magic on his fingertips to light the stones set in brackets on the walls about their bedchamber before heating the rocks piled in the impressive stone hearth.
“Where’s Manus?” Laura demanded as she approached Diana and draped an arm about her shoulders to lead her to the bed.
Vaaron tensed. “Aye, where is your husband?”
Diana groaned, toppled onto the bed, gasped again, and clutched at her rising belly. Finally, she relaxed as the contraction released and she could talk again. “He’s gone to feed Apona’s baby. He had a nice piece of lamb he thought the little dragon would relish.”
“He left you?” Vaaron bellowed.
Diana blew out a deep breath. Her belly was rising again. Through clenched teeth she muttered, “The contractions started after he left, Dad!”
“Oh, well... all right,” Vaaron grumbled. “I will go fetch the lad.” It was a lame excuse to leave his own bedchamber, but he ripped the door open in his haste to leave, flinched when it crashed against the wall, and dashed through the opening. Thank God, Manus had not been with Diana, otherwise he would not have made good his escape.
This is the opening to the prologue for #DestinyFulfilled the third book in the #AnandrianSeries
Coming soon!
“Mom! It’s time!”
Laura Evans cracked her eyelids, reluctant to leave the warmth of her bed. But she kicked her husband, startling him, and rolled out from beneath the covers. Her daughter, Diana, backlit by moonbeams streaming through the window, was hunched over clutching her distended belly and panting heavily. Vaaron automatically reached beneath the bed and came to his feet wielding an intimidating broadsword.
Diana sputtered out a guffaw at the sight of her naked father and growled between gritted teeth, “Dad, you won’t need that unless you intend to cut the cord...” She gasped and waddled farther into the room.
Vaaron’s sword clattered to the stone floor and he muttered, “Bloody hell!” as he pulled on pants. Now, partially clothed, at a loss for words, or action, he turned to his wife and stood gaping stupidly at her.
Laura rolled her eyes. “A little light and heat would be good, dear.”
“Right!” Vaaron scrambled into action, conjuring magic on his fingertips to light the stones set in brackets on the walls about their bedchamber before heating the rocks piled in the impressive stone hearth.
“Where’s Manus?” Laura demanded as she approached Diana and draped an arm about her shoulders to lead her to the bed.
Vaaron tensed. “Aye, where is your husband?”
Diana groaned, toppled onto the bed, gasped again, and clutched at her rising belly. Finally, she relaxed as the contraction released and she could talk again. “He’s gone to feed Apona’s baby. He had a nice piece of lamb he thought the little dragon would relish.”
“He left you?” Vaaron bellowed.
Diana blew out a deep breath. Her belly was rising again. Through clenched teeth she muttered, “The contractions started after he left, Dad!”
“Oh, well... all right,” Vaaron grumbled. “I will go fetch the lad.” It was a lame excuse to leave his own bedchamber, but he ripped the door open in his haste to leave, flinched when it crashed against the wall, and dashed through the opening. Thank God, Manus had not been with Diana, otherwise he would not have made good his escape.
This is the opening to the prologue for #DestinyFulfilled the third book in the #AnandrianSeries
Coming soon!
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