I am informed by Holly Jahangiri (the real one) that Google doesn’t think I’m an author. Google thinks I’m an herb farmer. As I told her, that’s what I get for naming my fantasy trilogy SAGE.
This excerpt will probably convince Google it’s right.
excerpt from SAGE
by Marian Allen
He lit a candle and stood before his herb-cabinet, debating which to choose for the central pot. The taste and scent of it would color his day; so, it must harmonize with the day. Perhaps he should take his vision into account when choosing.
Common sage, to soothe his nerves? Clary sage, to sharpen his vision ? He chose the dried leaves of the first, the salted pink-and-white flowers of the second. He carried a handful of each to the open kettle, meditating on their qualities and natures, and dropped them into the heating water.
He folded his blanket and rolled up his pallet and stored them in a cabinet carved with the device of the House of Onagros. As he performed the exercises which kept his aging body strong and supple, the smells of the sages filled the room; the Common was rich and bitter and astringent, the Clary was camphoric and piney. A strong smell, medicinal, and not entirely pleasant.
Andrin took some of the scented water out into a shallow bowl, washed himself and shaved his head, pouring the used liquid into a trench which led outside and into his garden. He dressed in his yellow silk robe, and slid his feet into red leather shoes.
Still the dream haunted him.
He shook his head and reached for a book at random. He would lose himself in commentary on one of the major texts of the Canon.
The book his unguided hand chose was THE SHIFTING PATH, the Wayfarers’ ancient book of divination. Then he realized that his effort to put the vision from his mind had become discordant; his harmonious path now lay through the vision, not around it.
The Waymaster put the book on a long low table next to an ebony box, poured himself a cup of sage tea and sat on a pillow before the table. He would drink his tea while he regained his balance, then would cast the pebbles, and follow the shifting path to wherever it would lead.
Outside the shuttered temple, dawn was breaking. Outside, the world began to stir. Inside, it was very still.
Holly said, as much as I write about my food and my pets, it’s a wonder Google doesn’t think I eat cats.
SAGE is available from Amazon in print and for Kindle, and can be ordered through your friendly neighborhood independent bookstore.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: What does your character drink when they need to think. Jane, what DID Callie drink, before it was b-l-doubleO-d?