It’s Friday and time for my Guest Writer. This week, it’s Rebecca Tran‘s Turn. Welcome Rebecca! Here is is taster of her novel, The Sins:
Anya was waiting for me when I entered the room, lounging on a velvet sofa with silk pillows, looking rather pale. Her deep brown curls were only half pinned up the rest spilled over her breasts that were bound in a tightly laced black corset. She wore black well cut pants and low heeled boots. A gleaming sword lay within easy reach, but her feet were up on a stool and she showed no sign of getting up as I approached.
“Alexandria,” she said in greeting as if we were old friends.
“Anya,” I replied with contempt.
“You look a little out of breath perhaps you’d like a seat.”
“I thought that was the point of five ill trained goons, to wear me out. Why offer a seat now?”
“A show of hospitality.” She shrugged.
“Where is he Anya?” I nearly growled.
She gave a cruel smile, “The Venandi you knew no longer exists.”
“I know you’ve tainted him I don’t care.”
“He’s under my control. It’s my blood he craves and my bed he wants.”
“Give him back you cold hearted bitch.”
“Tsk tsk, Alexandria. We are matriarchs of our peoples to fight over one male seems pointless,” Anya said as if bored.
“You did this to draw me out. Now I’m here, so let’s get this over with,” I demanded.
She was on her feet with sword drawn every bit as fast as a Venandi. “As you wish.”
We fought endlessly back and forth neither of us gaining or losing ground. The sound of metal clashing became a metallic hum in the air that sang to me, focusing my thoughts. In the midst of it all I found him, my love, my match. I called out to him with my thoughts and felt him approach although, the reason felt wrong and it worried me. What if it were true? What if he was lost to me? Then he came into the room and I knew the truth. Anya moved into my guard and her sword cut my side. My sword fell. She grabbed me.
As Anya’s teeth sunk into my throat I heard him call my name, “Alexandria, NO!” My eyes slid closed as a tear slid down my cheek.
This was the turning point for me and my people. But you must know what I am and what I have lived through to understand what I did, why I would risk everything, including myself for one male. I am Alexandria Diego and this is my story.
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