Who Is Mistral Dawn?

Mistral Dawn is a thirty-something gal who has lived on both coasts of the US but somehow never in the middle. She currently resides in the Southeast US with her kitty cats (please spay or neuter! :-)) where she works as a hospital drudge and attends graduate school. Taken By The Huntsman is her first effort at writing fiction and if it is well received she has ideas for several more novels and short-stories in this series. Please feel free to visit her on FaceBook or drop her a line at mistralkdawn@gmail.com

Friday, September 13, 2019

A Light In The Darkness...


Hey Everyone!!

I just thought I'd post something to help get your weekend off to a good start. Enjoy! :-)

Excerpt from Taken By The Huntsman:
Cassie continued to call out and move as much as she could, even though her feet had long since left the ground, and she was left floating in the darkness. The water was extremely cold and her teeth chattered. She had no idea how long she had been in the well, but it felt like an eternity. The top of the well was still out of sight. But she wasn’t sure if that was because it was too far above her, or because it had grown too dark for her to see it.

She kicked her legs and tried to rise above the water, while reaching her arms up as high as she could. All she felt above her was air, until finally, her fingers struck something hard. She kicked again and managed to grab onto what felt like a metal grate. Her heart sank as she explored the grate with her hands and it became obvious it covered the opening of the well.

Now she knew what Ithel’s plan had been. Once the water rose high enough, she would be trapped beneath the grate and would drown. The realization sent a surge of adrenaline through her that warmed her and gave her energy. She redoubled her cries for help and tried to find a weakness in the grate she could exploit.

It soon became clear that the grate was securely attached to the top of the well and would not be dislodged by any means she had at her disposal. It wasn’t long before she no longer had to stretch to reach the grate, and she began to panic. She screamed for help, but all she heard was her own voice echoed back to her by the forest.

In her despair, Cassie succumbed to the frigid temperature of the water. She felt sleepy and lethargic. Her arms and legs were heavy and difficult to move, and she found her face was sinking under the water more often. She no longer felt cold, and it seemed an awful lot of effort to continue to tread water and call for help.

All of a sudden, a bright light appeared above her, and she felt another small thrill of terror. Cassie had heard of people seeing a bright light as they died, and she didn’t want to die. But, somehow, it was hard to find the strength to fight anymore.

The outline of a woman appeared in the light. Was someone coming to meet her and guide her as she died? She had heard of such things. Would she finally meet the mother and father who had left her when she was just a baby? She had never been able to learn their fate, or why she ended up as an orphan. Maybe, they had died and that was why they hadn’t been able to raise her. It was comforting to think people who wanted her might greet her at the moment of her death. Especially since, she had never found any of those people during her life.

Cassie used the last of her strength to reach her hand up towards the silhouette, and the shadow woman reached down to meet her. The woman’s hand was warm and soft, just as she had always imagined a mother’s hand to be. But Cassie couldn't see where their hands joined; they seemed to have disappeared into the shadow of the long sleeve that hung down over the other woman's hand.


Want to find out what happens next? Grab your copy at the link below! Happy reading! :-)


Taken by the Huntsman




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