A First Page Sneak Peek at Primnoire

 A 

First Page

 Sneak Peek

 at

Primnoire

A high fantasy novel.

“We need to leave, Cole,” Anna said, drawing up her hood, hiding the burns consuming half her face, “Grandfather will beg that I campaign if we’re not quick.”

She slipped, tucked, and buckled Cole’s lengthy saddle strap, giving the storm bison a rub between his long silver hooked horns. She tapped two fingers to the pouch at her hip. The vial of deer lure sloshed inside. Anna applied the storm bison’s bridle, hoping at such an early hour Williamton’s people were asleep. It soothed her to walk under the waking sun with only the wind to upset the quiet morning.

Straw crunched as they left the dry-stone stable through a tall, aged set of doors. The final remnants of rain clouds manifested from Cole’s nostrils and drifted out them. Clumps of soggy straw clung to Anna’s calf-length boots. She scratched behind the storm bison’s ear. Cole nuzzled her cheek with his wet black nose.

She stifled a giggle at how cold it was against her cheek. Anna looked up, narrowing her eye at the highest point of her home. The doors to her grandfather’s balcony were shut, and the window beside it closed. He hasn’t woken yet, Anna yawned, rolling her shoulders. Her lord grandfather had kept her up late, and all over Lamparien politics again. His passion for it was admirable, his care for others was truly boundless, but of late, with the need for a new prime or primnoire coming, his rants were growing repetitive.

She took in the homes beyond her own. Some homes were old and run down, built when her family founded Lampara and made its laws. The Brighton’s had even secured binding trade agreements with each country bordering Lampara. She brushed a fly off her shoulder, putting aside history for the hunt ahead.