Corin’s hair fluttered like a moth’s wings. They shared talk I couldn’t hear over the wind and the motor. The motor would handle it as long as I did.Ĭorin and his friend, I couldn’t remember his name, sat looking out the front of the dinghy. You have to fight the current to get there. There’s no going round with the High Fields. I could alter the course, go with the waves, go round, but this is the only way. I shook my head and gripped the tiller handle tighter. Cut across the waves,’ Corin shouted over the sound of the motor, squinting into the wind. We bounced as we cut across the waves, sending a salty spray up and into our hair. Grist.Įxtract taken from The Queen of the High Fields This month, they are releasing their latest batch, including work from authors across the globe, and here, we have an extract from The Queen of the High Fields by Rhiannon A. ‘She was the centre of any room she was ever in, even before she became the Queen.’ We are fans of the novella here at BooksfromScotland, and we will happily recommend the novella series published by our favourite speculative, fantasy and sci-fi publisher Luna Press Publishing.
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