Teardrop Moons Weekend Teaser

Hi, everyone! It’s been a while since I posted, so I thought I’d share something fun. Here’s an excerpt from my latest work in progress, Teardrop Moons. If you’re familiar with the characters in The Call to Search Everywhen and The Song of Everywhen series, you’ll recognize this guy.

This is still a rough draft, but I’d love to read what you think in the comments below. 🙂

Still on his knees, Valcas smoothed his hands across the sand, wondering whether he’d found himself in a strange sort of nowhere.

Grains of rainbow glass had seemed to absorb all of the impact of his arrival. They formed a carpet of beauty that vaguely reminded him of the flowers covering the surface of Edgar.

The vast emptiness suggested he was not at the bottom of a world, but at its top. That, he could feel as a World Builder.

He rose from his grounding position and studied the horizon, marveling at how there was no line where the sand met the sky. His dark boots crunched through the sand.

“There is no sky,” he murmured. “No horizon.”

He considered whether he’d need to travel again to get beneath this ceiling of a world, to get inside.

The crunching of sand increased in volume and frequency as he ran in an attempt to gain momentum for traveling. This time, while forming a search for the space below him.

He ran until he was swallowed by white light.

“Impossible,” he said, waiting for the sprays of sand to clear.

He’d barely moved at all.

Bewildered, but not discouraged, he tried again. And, again. Until, finally, his foot landed in a soft pocket of sand.

Valcas roared with frustration as he fell into the world he’d tried so hard to enter.

His body made contact with the world’s springy, spongy bottom, causing him to bounce twice before stopping. Wiping grains of sand from his face, he caught his breath, and opened his eyes.

A filled-in world spread out before him. A city of pathways and buildings, molded of the same multi-colored grains. Several pyramids stood at a distance, sparkling beneath a sky that shone white and gold.

The sight would have dazzled someone not wearing dark shades.

He pulled himself from the sandpit he’d fallen into, and looked above. The hole he’d fallen through was growing back together. Wrapping and stretching until it healed like a wound.

“Silvie?” he called out. “What have you gotten yourself into this time?”

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