I promise you, I am working on it. And just to prove it, here is a small excerpt. *As always, I reserve the right to change, rearrange, or delete this from the finished chapter. Just sayin’.*
Belda took him there. A touch of her hand. A whisper in his ear. She showed him how to deepen his gift. No, not deepen. She showed him how to use his gift differently. So he found himself not at a place where the light overcame the dark, but where the darkness closed in and light was left just out of his reach.
It was not what he thought. He had wrongly assumed light would overtake darkness here, like day overtakes the night. Assumed light would reveal all that was within the darkness, shed clarity and purpose to the world, his life, his thoughts. A well worn path of what was noble and good. It was what he expected. It was what he desperately wanted. His greatest desire for his sister was to see the light expand beyond all shadow and shine a beacon on the one thing that could render her conscious and whole. Healed.
He stood at the chasm between the familiar and the unknown. The gift he had been learning, using, without thought as one uses a hand to reach for something, was awkward here. Uncomfortable. He stood at the precipice of the Spirit of Blessing and Decay. The Point of Rending. Like a canyon of rock, dropping off right below his feet. The bottom, not able to be seen.
Edward’s heart raced, beating fast against his chest. Something was beckoning him, drawing him to it.
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