{"id":52,"date":"2013-09-22T14:00:00","date_gmt":"2013-09-22T14:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bestfantasynovel.com\/2013\/09\/22\/22-the-journey-omen\/"},"modified":"2013-09-22T14:00:00","modified_gmt":"2013-09-22T14:00:00","slug":"22-the-journey-omen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/taramayastales.com\/bestfantasynovel\/2013\/09\/22\/22-the-journey-omen\/","title":{"rendered":"22. The Journey Omen"},"content":{"rendered":"<div align=\"left\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/The-Unfinished-Song-Initiate-ebook\/dp\/B004H4XE5I?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=tamasta-20&amp;link_code=btl&amp;camp=213689&amp;creative=392969\" target=\"_blank\"><i>The Unfinished Song: Initiate<\/i><\/a><i><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.assoc-amazon.com\/e\/ir?t=tamasta-20&amp;l=btl&amp;camp=213689&amp;creative=392969&amp;o=1&amp;a=B004H4XE5I\" alt=\"\" width=\"1\" height=\"1\" border=\"0\" \/><\/i><\/p>\n<div>\n<div>\n<div>\n<div>\n<div>(<a href=\"http:\/\/taramayastales2.blogspot.com\/2011\/01\/1-warrior-dancers.html\">Start at the Beginning of the Novel<\/a>)<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<table cellspacing=\"0\" cellpadding=\"0\" align=\"center\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td><a href=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_sS4sIiNH6pg\/TUhHrUITdAI\/AAAAAAAAAoc\/I5EL_O6TF_0\/s1600\/Jasvena-Cold+Ground.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_sS4sIiNH6pg\/TUhHrUITdAI\/AAAAAAAAAoc\/I5EL_O6TF_0\/s400\/Jasvena-Cold+Ground.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"320\" height=\"400\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td>&#8220;Cold Ground&#8221; by <a href=\"http:\/\/jasvena.deviantart.com\/\">Jasvena<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<div><\/div>\n<p>Irrigation ditches and low stone walls divvied up the fields. The sparkle of willawisps blinked on and off against the night sky. He decided he would walk as far as he could by dawn before he stopped to consider camping. He had no sleeping roll, no pack, no water gourd, not even a weapon.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\"><\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">When the moon rose, he started to scan the valley for the journey omen. He admitted he was vain enough to hope for something noble, a nighthawk or a cougar, but no living creature crossed his path. All he found was the shed skin of a snow snake, luminous white, perfectly intact and as long as his arm. Snow snakes were rare creatures, which lived high in the mountains, but once a year they shed their white skins for jet black scales and descended by the hundreds to mate in the hot desert valleys. A poor omen, he decided. Even after he found the skin, he kept an eye out for a cougar.<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\"><\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">He had walked most of the night when he heard footsteps paralleling his. He tensed.<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\"><\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">Mother stepped out from the rows of maize. She seemed to glow white in the moonlight. He felt absurdly glad to see her, surprised yet not surprised to find her out here, just where the tilled fields gave way to wild forest. He quickened his step to join her, but when he saw her face, full of pain, he stopped short of embracing her.<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\"><\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">She had not forgiven him. Aching inside, he mulled her painful words to him during their fight. You can\u2019t even do this one thing for me.<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\"><\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">He remembered reaching toddler-chubby arms up to her, commanding, \u201cFly with me!\u201d She would sweep him up, as her wings spread behind her, until they rode the wind. Father hated those flights; Mother and Father always fought about it afterward. To stop the yelling, Kavio had learned to stop asking her to fly.<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\"><\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">When he\u2019d been seven years old, she\u2019d sewn him his first dance costume, the most wonderous thing he\u2019d ever seen, of spider silk and parrot feathers, cowrie shells and rainbow stitches. He\u2019d ripped it up in front of her. She\u2019d never sewn him another one.<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\"><\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">Little by little, over the years, he had pushed her further from him. It was the price he\u2019d paid to please his father.<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\"><\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">He wanted to say: <i>I\u2019m sorry<\/i>. To say: <i>I love you<\/i>. He wanted to say: <i>Fly with me<\/i>.<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\"><\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">Instead, his words tumbled out like stones on a slippery moutain trail, hard and impatient. \u201cJust before the trial, you said you wanted me to look for the Vaedi, that humankind would perish if I didn\u2019t. I can go now.\u201d<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\"><\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">Mother\u2019s chalcedony bracelets chimed when she shrugged. \u201cI don\u2019t remember saying that.\u201d<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\"><\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\u201cThis quest was supposedly so important you told me it was worth dishonoring myself to flee in secret rather than attend my trial. You don\u2019t remember?\u201d<\/div>\n<div align=\"left\"><\/div>\n<div align=\"left\">\u201cI thought they would execute you.\u201d The scent of ripening corn\u2026<\/div>\n<p><i><i>\u00a0<\/i><\/i><\/p>\n<div>\n<div>\n<div>\n<div>\n<div><i><i>TO BE CONTINUED<\/i><\/i><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<div>\n<div>\n<div>\n<div>\n<div><i><i>\u00a0<\/i><\/i><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p><i><i>Download the complete book for\u00a0<u><b><a href=\"mailto:tara@taramayastales.com\">FREE<\/a><\/b><\/u>\u00a0or buy it on Amazon as an\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/The-Unfinished-Song-Initiate-ebook\/dp\/B004H4XE5I?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=tamasta-20&amp;link_code=btl&amp;camp=213689&amp;creative=392969\" target=\"_blank\">ebook<\/a><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.assoc-amazon.com\/e\/ir?t=tamasta-20&amp;l=btl&amp;camp=213689&amp;creative=392969&amp;o=1&amp;a=B004H4XE5I\" alt=\"\" width=\"1\" height=\"1\" border=\"0\" \/>\u00a0or\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/Initiate-Unfinished-Song-Book-One\/dp\/0983107319?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=tamasta-20&amp;link_code=btl&amp;camp=213689&amp;creative=392969\" target=\"_blank\">trade paperback<\/a><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.assoc-amazon.com\/e\/ir?t=tamasta-20&amp;l=btl&amp;camp=213689&amp;creative=392969&amp;o=1&amp;a=0983107319\" alt=\"\" width=\"1\" height=\"1\" border=\"0\" \/>:<\/i><\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Unfinished Song: Initiate (Start at the Beginning of the Novel) &nbsp; &#8220;Cold Ground&#8221; by Jasvena Irrigation ditches and low stone walls divvied up the fields. The sparkle of willawisps blinked on and off against the night sky. 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