Hello, everyone! My name is Gabriel, call me Brie for short, and I managed to write two books up to today and so, call myself a writer.
The first is named 'Asarlai' and it is actually not a book. To be honest, it is a notebook that I decided to self-publish quite a long time ago. Why? To copyright my ideas. The second is entitled Gahbreeil' and it is the Magnum Opus of my life. This novel is self-published by Kindle Direct Publishing, a subsidiary of Amazon.com, Inc., just the same. And 'Gahbreei' is a novel that I have already edited, twice and so, it is "finished". Yet I am still writing more of it whenever I can. It is my first novel as well as 'Asarlai' was more of a storybook.
If you would like to venture onto Amazon.com and look for it under 'books', you can read the entire first chapter for free in the preview of the ebook.
Below, you can read an excerpt from the eighth chapter, Love.
The day was uneventful past the morning and the afternoon. He saw less and less folk and by the evening, Bree was nearing the borders of the great forests that were the goal o' his journey. Thus, he decided to rest, hidden amidst the trees on the side of the trade road that would take him into Myrkyre. On the following day, the sorcerer felt quite weary and incanted his staff into life to help himself along on the road. Unaware of exactly where in the forest the Tower stood, he thought to ask yet remembered the words o' the Divine as soon as he woke fully. He would find the place and that was enough.
During the morning, Gahbreeil met no one yet as the forest 'round him grew dense, he had stumbled upon a maiden walking towards him upon a crossroads. Amidst the trills of woodland birds, he stopped a distance before her as she did the same. Her tanned skin signified that she was a southerner and her clothes as well. She wore a tunic the colour of sand, brown breeches, leather boots o' the same hue. One of the sleeves of her tunic was pulled up, revealing a lengthy leather bracer and in her right hand, she held a wooden staff.
First a sorcerer and now a witch, thought Bree 'fore asking her, are thee a feudal, from afar. Thus, the maiden raised her left hand as if to halt Bree and answered him, I am not, I assure thee. She was not 'fraid, as Gahbreeil observed before he said, I hope thou understand I mean no harm, I was attacked by a feudal on the yesterday and I can see that thou are from the south. Indeed, she answered.
Riddled by her answer, Gahbreeil leaned on his staff and looked at her again to confirm within his mind that she was indeed fair, even beautiful, by her form and visage as well as the dense raven black hair that reached far past her shoulders. She caught his sight with hers and gave him a stern look. As the brow above her brown eyes furrowed slightly, Gahbreeil looked away from her form and back at her visage to say, I apologise. He had understood that looking at folk was not as common nor permittable in the south, by the Oversea, as it was within the Commonwealth. Thus, he asked, hath I offended thee.
The earthen skinned maiden smiled yet her eyes remained serious and she asked, why would thee appraise my form as if 'twas a jewel without asking my permission first. Gahbreeil looked at the ground quite saddened that the one whom he had met considered him ill mannered yet in a moment replied, my most sincere apologies, fair maiden, 'tis true I did not ask permission to behold thy possession yet 'tis true my sight is my own. She relented and gave a single bow o' the head 'fore saying, I am not from the Commonwealth as thou hath noticed.
Bree gave a bow o' the head and maintained his sight upon her eyes as did she upon his. After a longer moment, the southerner smiled and spoke, my name is Guinevere. The sorcerer returned the smile, although it was weaker, perhaps less sincere as of the matters clouding his mind, and said, Gahbreeil. Her smile disappeared as she asked, 'tis thy name. As Brees thoughts meandered towards a result, an answer, to the thought of beauty and whether one can appreciate the fairness of other folk when clearly in love with a single person, he had looked up at the sky through the crowns o' the trees, it was serene, pure azure, white clouds slowly rolling forwards. Thus, he stopped his daydreaming and focused on the maiden anew. Aye, he answered.
In reply, she looked up at the sky and back at the young one, as if looking for what he was looking for. Aught else, she asked. Gahbreeil smiled again, this time quite sincerely, and asked, why is it so that we hath both stopped, fair maiden. In the following moment, she began to walk towards him. The young one stepped to the side o' the road and waited yet she stopped beside him and said, thou carry a weapon yet I do not want to know why, may I pass.
I do apologise for my manners, thou can pass, he answered. Thus, Guinevere looked into his eyes 'fore asking, could I not, to which Brees answer was, 'twas thy decision to speak to me, was it not. She relented in her inquisitive gaze and asked, thou walk towards. The young one answered, I walk the way of the great forests of Myrkyre, why do thee ask. May I join thee, I hath not engaged in dialogue for a fortnight, she said, to which Brees answer was, aye, if thou want to walk with me, it may be so.
So, if you'd like to enjoy more of my story, feel free to do so! I do not know whether I can post a link and so, I will not.
The first is named 'Asarlai' and it is actually not a book. To be honest, it is a notebook that I decided to self-publish quite a long time ago. Why? To copyright my ideas. The second is entitled Gahbreeil' and it is the Magnum Opus of my life. This novel is self-published by Kindle Direct Publishing, a subsidiary of Amazon.com, Inc., just the same. And 'Gahbreei' is a novel that I have already edited, twice and so, it is "finished". Yet I am still writing more of it whenever I can. It is my first novel as well as 'Asarlai' was more of a storybook.
If you would like to venture onto Amazon.com and look for it under 'books', you can read the entire first chapter for free in the preview of the ebook.
Below, you can read an excerpt from the eighth chapter, Love.
The day was uneventful past the morning and the afternoon. He saw less and less folk and by the evening, Bree was nearing the borders of the great forests that were the goal o' his journey. Thus, he decided to rest, hidden amidst the trees on the side of the trade road that would take him into Myrkyre. On the following day, the sorcerer felt quite weary and incanted his staff into life to help himself along on the road. Unaware of exactly where in the forest the Tower stood, he thought to ask yet remembered the words o' the Divine as soon as he woke fully. He would find the place and that was enough.
During the morning, Gahbreeil met no one yet as the forest 'round him grew dense, he had stumbled upon a maiden walking towards him upon a crossroads. Amidst the trills of woodland birds, he stopped a distance before her as she did the same. Her tanned skin signified that she was a southerner and her clothes as well. She wore a tunic the colour of sand, brown breeches, leather boots o' the same hue. One of the sleeves of her tunic was pulled up, revealing a lengthy leather bracer and in her right hand, she held a wooden staff.
First a sorcerer and now a witch, thought Bree 'fore asking her, are thee a feudal, from afar. Thus, the maiden raised her left hand as if to halt Bree and answered him, I am not, I assure thee. She was not 'fraid, as Gahbreeil observed before he said, I hope thou understand I mean no harm, I was attacked by a feudal on the yesterday and I can see that thou are from the south. Indeed, she answered.
Riddled by her answer, Gahbreeil leaned on his staff and looked at her again to confirm within his mind that she was indeed fair, even beautiful, by her form and visage as well as the dense raven black hair that reached far past her shoulders. She caught his sight with hers and gave him a stern look. As the brow above her brown eyes furrowed slightly, Gahbreeil looked away from her form and back at her visage to say, I apologise. He had understood that looking at folk was not as common nor permittable in the south, by the Oversea, as it was within the Commonwealth. Thus, he asked, hath I offended thee.
The earthen skinned maiden smiled yet her eyes remained serious and she asked, why would thee appraise my form as if 'twas a jewel without asking my permission first. Gahbreeil looked at the ground quite saddened that the one whom he had met considered him ill mannered yet in a moment replied, my most sincere apologies, fair maiden, 'tis true I did not ask permission to behold thy possession yet 'tis true my sight is my own. She relented and gave a single bow o' the head 'fore saying, I am not from the Commonwealth as thou hath noticed.
Bree gave a bow o' the head and maintained his sight upon her eyes as did she upon his. After a longer moment, the southerner smiled and spoke, my name is Guinevere. The sorcerer returned the smile, although it was weaker, perhaps less sincere as of the matters clouding his mind, and said, Gahbreeil. Her smile disappeared as she asked, 'tis thy name. As Brees thoughts meandered towards a result, an answer, to the thought of beauty and whether one can appreciate the fairness of other folk when clearly in love with a single person, he had looked up at the sky through the crowns o' the trees, it was serene, pure azure, white clouds slowly rolling forwards. Thus, he stopped his daydreaming and focused on the maiden anew. Aye, he answered.
In reply, she looked up at the sky and back at the young one, as if looking for what he was looking for. Aught else, she asked. Gahbreeil smiled again, this time quite sincerely, and asked, why is it so that we hath both stopped, fair maiden. In the following moment, she began to walk towards him. The young one stepped to the side o' the road and waited yet she stopped beside him and said, thou carry a weapon yet I do not want to know why, may I pass.
I do apologise for my manners, thou can pass, he answered. Thus, Guinevere looked into his eyes 'fore asking, could I not, to which Brees answer was, 'twas thy decision to speak to me, was it not. She relented in her inquisitive gaze and asked, thou walk towards. The young one answered, I walk the way of the great forests of Myrkyre, why do thee ask. May I join thee, I hath not engaged in dialogue for a fortnight, she said, to which Brees answer was, aye, if thou want to walk with me, it may be so.
So, if you'd like to enjoy more of my story, feel free to do so! I do not know whether I can post a link and so, I will not.