A few weeks ago I announced on the Bradbury Challenge that I would be finishing, and publishing, Witch’s Sight. I finally finished writing it tonight, now it just needs a bit of an edit. However, I wanted to give everyone here a quick peek behind the scenes. You get to read it before anyone else.
As you probably know, the Witch’s Trilogy is now finished. While finishing up the last book in the series I started thinking about the origin of the Little Mother, and how she made her own escape from the acolytes. That tale is here, in Witch’s Sight.
I love this world, and I’m going to keep coming back to it with new books down the road. It is such a wonderful world to write in. However, the other stories I have planned for the world of Peyllen don’t take place in the Sea of Tears. They are in the far distant realms beyond the edge of the sea. I will eventually be making a website specifically for Peyllen with a timeline, maps, and some more information about the world at large.
For now, I’m off to write in a different direction, taking a short break from Peyllen to see what other mischief I can get into.
And, as promised, here is Witch’s Sight.
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~~Witch’s Sight ~~
Katrina sat in a sea of people, all of them moving at once. They were big as trees, towering over her. Though she clung to mama’s hand, Katrina shivered. The big people were screaming at someone, shouting and calling names. Names she’d never heard before. But she didn’t need to know what they were to know they were bad. Just the way they screamed them out told her so.
The bodies pressed in, jostling her against mama, and she clung with all her might as the sea of people tried to sweep her away.
“Mama!” she screamed, but no one could hear her above all the voices, the screaming. The crying.
Mama grabbed her, and pulled her up into her arms. Safer, Katrina sunk down into mama’s embrace, feeling mama tighten her grip, keeping her safe from the crowds.
“Look away, Katrina,” mama cried. “Don’t look!”
It was an order. Mama gave so few orders, and Katrina tried to obey them all. She did now, shutting her eyes tight as she lay her head against mama’s shoulder. But the commotion outside her mother’s embrace was too enticing. Katrina wanted to look, wanted to see what the people were yelling at, and wanted to see what angered them so.
She blinked, catching glimpses of people towering over a small figure at their feet. Another blink, red blood covering the small figures face, hair a mess.
It was a girl with short hair lying on the ground. The girl tried to scramble to her feet, slipping on the wet stones. She wasn’t much bigger then Jamie, Katrina’s neighbor who came to watch Katrina when mama was in the fields. But Jamie was always smiling and happy, this girl was crying. Dirty tear tracks ran down her face, and she pulled herself away from the crowd, clawing at the stone to get away.
“Why are they so mad, mama? Did she do something bad?”
“Look away, Katrina. You’re so young. You shouldn’t see this.”
Mama pushed through the crowd, elbowing people to get out of the way. Katrina watched as the tiny figure got swallowed up by the crowds, and still she could not understand why they were hurting the girl.
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I finished The Witch’s Trilogy not so long ago, and I’m rather happy with how it came out. (Yes, there are four books because there is a prequel.)
Most of the books in the picture I read in the last couple weeks. I found a series I loved, started reading, and couldn’t stop. 
The working title and cover for my new book… at least the first book in the series.
What should you know about this world? Here there be dragons! Four of them, in fact.
The final short story is how Salvia became the little mother.
Author Crissy Moss 