I didn’t speak until I was eight years old. Frightening and dangerous but wonderful, all at the same time. That was what it felt like, falling in love. Fast like plunging off the tall diving cliffs next to the Okkili outpost, dropping into the chilled sea, the wind slapping at flesh and carrying excited screams and laughter away. Fast like the brown nekkisau darting for their dark burrows when strange beings strayed too close. It hit me fast, like the quick purple lightning that sometimes flashed over Drukkar’s Sea in the warm season. When I was eight years old, I fell in love with a Dakkari boy. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Any resemblance to actual events, places, or persons are purely coincidental. Names, characters, places, and events are the product of the author’s imagination.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |