Thursday, April 11, 2019
Excerpt from The Seventh Throne:
Across the canal, I could see a woman walking toward the Hall of Tokens with a small entourage around her. In each of the faces that surrounded her was branded a look of fierce admiration and protectiveness toward their leader. Something about this woman seemed to drink in the gaze of every person she passed; she was magnetic, charismatic, all while doing essentially nothing. She had brown skin and voluminous dark hair, upon which sat a large and weathered tricorn hat. The hat had once been black, I expected, but after years or maybe even centuries, it had turned unevenly gray in sun and sea and hard work. From the state of the rest of her clothes, she could’ve bought a hundred hats, but seemed to insist upon the age-battered tricorn. She wore a blue coat and white blouse over eighteenth-century breeches colored a deep charcoal brown, and at either hip rode the silver handle of a blade – one a dagger, one a basket-hilted sword, each encrusted with several huge raw sapphires. I knew who she was without knowing.
I, like almost everyone around me, had stopped walking to stare as though star-struck at this woman. Maristela came up short beside me.
“Did you ever meet Elizabeth?”