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Sword (Le Fay #2) Excerpt
I glance at Lancelot, he is studying me like he thinks I’ve gone mad, and it
occurs to me I probably have a dark expression over my face.
Lancelot says, bowing his head slightly. “Before the final trial, I told you
that I wanted you to not think of me
as the High Knight behind closed doors. That maybe we could be friends. I’m not
sure if what I thought at the time is possible, but for one minute, let me be
an ordinary person interested in your well-being. You are too hard on yourself.
You have a bright future, though you may not see it right now. I see it.” He puts his hand on his chest
to emphasize his conviction.
him friendlier makes me squirm—it’s somehow worse than when he’s being tough on
me. I want to scream and run out of the room and over the hills.
walks closer to me and I’m afraid he’ll smell my sweat.
tortured to hear this,” he says as if he can see through me. “I don’t know what
happened to you in the past and what you’re suffering from, but if you could
just trust me, I’ll prove to you that you’ll find a fulfilling career in
my head, I hold my thin gown closer against my chest, afraid that it’s not
I say. “I appreciate your words, but you don’t understand—”
is a knock at the opened door. Father peers in.
okay?” he asks sharply.
at me before eyeing Lancelot.
is fine, sir,” Lancelot replies and steps away from me. “Good day, Ms. Le Fay.
Glad we have an understanding.”
catch the questioning look Father gives Lancelot. For a second Lancelot looks
insecure as he slumps his shoulders just a tiny bit. I realize then that Father
intimidates Lancelot. Father was once a highly respected knight himself.
Lancelot is still young after all, especially for the High Knight.
gives me a curt nod as Father guides him out.
for the intrusion, sir,” Lancelot says.
doesn’t look happy. “I understand your job. I once had to do similar tasks
hear their footsteps recede, I am left to face dread. I don’t know what ideas
will spring from my mind to deal with this conundrum. But I know whatever
course of action I choose to take will be my worst and best idea—terrible and
unstoppable, like a forest fire. I know this but cannot do anything about it,
just as a drowning person cannot help but try to stay afloat to breathe. This
is my attempt to take a breath before sinking. To push past that strong current
that keeps me in one place.
take the statue of Astolat off my nightstand and hold on to her.
please,” I whisper to her. “Don’t let me…”
let me what?
am I afraid of doing?
my room darkens, the question haunts me.
Realm Lovejoy is a writer and an artist. She was raised in Washington State and the alps of Nagano, Japan. Her father is a Japanese ex-monk and her mother an English teacher from Rhode Island. Her art is influenced by both the East and the West.
Realm aspires to tell stories through her writing and art.
She is agented by Jessica Regel.
Her upcoming YA sci-fi novel is titled CLAN, due 2013.