This snippet is much shorter than usual, but I couldn’t find another good breaking point until pretty far ahead.
Snippet Seven
It was almost time for the winter festival. Markhoff was sure Erumend had been acting even weirder than usual. He seemed to be standing around thinking a whole lot more often than Markhoff thought was usual for him.
He was not looking forward to the Winter Festival. He vividly remembered the year before. He hadn’t dared use his Gift after his father had scolded him, but he was itching to try something new. He was tired of rocks and wood. And snow. Maybe . . . what if he could shift living things? Like animals? The tree had worked. What if he could. . . make a rabbit into a fox?
Markhoff thrummed his fingers on his lion-headed armrests. They were his best work. They had happened when he wasn’t trying, although he couldn’t figure out why. Everything he did he had to force to his own will, but he hadn’t felt any resistance there.
He shrugged. It didn’t really matter. He’d figure out more things as long as he had more practice. If he could practice more, that is. He bit his lip trying to think.
He’d have to experiment more, but still in secret. One day, they’d all be proud of him. He’d be more powerful than any of them.
Krafting with Kayleigh 