It's weekend, and time for more Rainbow Snippets! The Rainbow Snippets group on Facebook asks its members to share six sentence snippets from their work each weekend. Check out the group's Facebook page to read all the snippets and add lots of great books to your TBR. You'll find all sorts of books with the common thread that the main character identifies as LGBTQ.
This month, I'm sharing some snippets from A Harmony of Fire and Earth, the second book in the Elemental Magicae duology. This book picks up right where A Dance of Water and Air ends (if you don't want spoilers, proceed with caution!). Arden and Edmund have reached relative safety in Edmund's home kingdom and are preparing for their wedding, but as personally happy as they are, they know their countries are still in danger. They believe there is a way to protect them, but they need powerful wielders of Earth and Fire magic to help. Arden sends for two he trusts—Rhys and Briallen—and they bring Gaz, a powerful Fire wielder, with them. Rhys fell in love with Gaz a long time ago, but his friend doesn't know it. And almost no one, including Rhys, knows that Gaz is actually Prince Gareth, Edmund's brother long thought dead and in hiding for his own safety. Gareth agrees to return home to help his brother, knowing that it could put him in danger and destroy the relationship he begins with Rhys along the way. Here's a bit from the beginning, before Arden gets in touch. Gareth and Meraud, his one-time guard and now friend (she would say she's still his guard too), are in the village tavern.
“Rhys and Briallen just came in,” Meraud said.
Gareth looked toward the door without even thinking about it, his eyes seeking out the brown-haired man with the laughing eyes and the bright smile. He snapped his gaze back to Meraud and shook his head. “Stop.”
“I only pointed out that people who are the closest things you have to friends, other than me, just arrived.”
“Of course it’s all you did.”
Maybe it had been her only intention, but Gareth was used to her teasing and pushing him toward men. He resisted every time. He couldn’t see himself forming deep relationships of any kind with such a big secret hanging over his head. He could get away with deflections and vague lies in the kind of polite, superficial relationships he had with people in town. Only Rhys pushed at his resolve.