Sorrow and trouble and bitterness will bound you and yours and the children of yours...
Some said the dying words of Nial Lynn, murdered by his own son, were a wicked curse. To others, it was a winter's tale spun by firelight on cold, dark nights. But when Corbet Lynn came to rebuild his family estate, memories of his grandfather's curse were rekindled by young and old - and rumours filled the heavy air of summer.
In the woods that border Lynn Hall, free-spirited Rois Melior roams wild and barefooted in search of healing herbs. She is as hopelessly unbridled - and unsuited for marriage - as her betrothed sister Laurel is domestic. In Corbet's pale green eyes, Rois senses a desperate longing. In her restless dreams, mixed with the heady warmth of harvest wine, she hears him beckon. And as autumn gold fades, Rois is consumed with Corbet Lynn, obsessed with his secret past - until, across the frozed countryside and in flight from her own imagination, truth and dreams become inseparable...Somehow it sounds so exciting and straight forward at the same time and there are some fairy tale aspects woven in there as well so I can't wait!
They said later that he rode into the village on a horse the color of buttermilk, but I saw him walk out of the wood.I was kneeling at the well; I had just lifted water to my lips. The well was one of the wood's secrets: a deep spring as clear as light, hidden under an overhang of dark stones down which the brier roses fall, white as snow, red as blood, all summer long. The vines hide the water unless you know to look. I found it one hot afternoon when I stopped to smell the roses. Beneath their sweet scent lay something shadowy, mysterious: the smell of earth, water, wet stone. I moved the cascading briers and looked down at my own reflection. p.1I never know whether I like first person narration, but I really like it in this beginning. I also like the description of the nature, so I think this one will be a good one for me.
"Rois!" She was shivering, her cheeks flushed with anger and relief and cold. "Where have you been all night?" p.33I wonder what Rois was up to. But she sounds like the kind of character that will get herself into trouble without a problem and I like those kind of characters. Nothing is better than a heroine who gets in and out of trouble herself!
So, what are you reading? And does Winter Rose sound like your kind of reading?