Today, I decided to share a snippet from A Dance of Water and Air, both because it's been on my mind since I got to visit the chateau used on the cover when I was in France earlier this month (I shared photos here) and because I have autumn on my mind (I've already started the autumn baking!) and this book is set from fall into winter.
They climbed upward—rolling hills becoming higher and steeper, air that had been pleasantly warm on the coast taking on the chill of autumn, leaves that had still been green at home changing to red and rust and gold. Edmund’s first sight of the mountains pulled a gasp from him.
It looked like a painting, and so different from home he almost ached looking at it. The castle towered above the capital city, shooting up from the rock of the mountains, white towers gleaming in the moonlight as they reached toward the sky. As the carriage rattled through the empty nighttime streets, stone buildings silent and dark around them, Edmund kept his eyes on the bright white of the castle, seized by a sudden burst of fear as reality came crashing down upon him. This was to be his home? For how long? Forever? Could he stay here, so far from everything he loved, indefinitely?