You have beautiful words. You are such a pretty writer.
It’s something I’ve been told countless times. On a podcast. Comments on Instagram. Fan mail from my readers.
I adore pretty words and the way a story blends into prose and song. The first time I fell in love with beautiful writing was when reading Beauty by Robin McKinley. Later on I devoured the works of Patricia A. McKillip and Juliet Marillier. They are female epic fantasy authors who stood up, took a step away from the war and bloodshed and wrote beautiful, emotional books that captured my heart.
Because that’s what I read, I formed my writing around beautiful words. Where I write, it feels as if there’s a song in my head, tapping out the rhythm with a steady beat, which is why my books turn out the way they do.
The final book in my epic fantasy series releases March 27th. So here are some pretty words from Eliesmore and the Jeweled Sword.
“Marching above the clouds was a white army, their forms hidden in the mist, yet appearing as lightning flashed. The beings were covered in armor with helmets on their heads. Each carried a scythe upright in their left hand as they marched towards the castle of the Constel Heights.”
“The stars of old know the truth, if I am close enough to the heavens, they come down at night to whisper secrets to me. They see all that happens here in this world, you should know about the stars.”
“He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, opening his mouth he exhaled, sucking the life out of the air, drinking in the fire as if it were water. His body shivered in pleasure, and he rolled his shoulders back, drinking in the first taste of her power.”
“The words curved into his ear like the whisper of a lover, the notes sweet, high and intense. A shiver of delight ran through his body at the uncanny words as a throbbing arose in him. He put a hand to his heart, finding it hard to breathe as a heady fragrance rushed over him.”
“White lights surrounded them like the Iaens that lit the way for the travelers of the mountains in tales of old. They leaped and danced, uttering tiny shouts of joy as they celebrated their new life.”
“We don’t have mothers, none of us, because of the Black Steeds. They come to destroy; they take our families, our mothers and fathers, we have nothing left except for each other. We are a new family, one not of blood, but of friendship. We tell our stories one to another, and share our hearts, that’s what strengthens us. We hold on to hope that there will be great days ahead of us, better days, and those who lay down their lives did not do so in vain. We came to save the South World, and with salvation comes sacrifice.”
“We walk a path not tread by other. We go where the wild creatures roam, and safety is not certain. We have no quest, no powers on our side, but go since we must, go since we may, on and beyond.”
“The burdens of this world are too heavy to carry; sometimes death seems a worthy escape.”
“A black butterfly with red patterns on its wings drifted past him while the burnt red grass stood at attention. It was peaceful. Quiet. It seemed as if he’d peeked through a portal into a haunted kingdom with a luster of sleep upon it.”
“We seek peace. Not war. Life. Not death,” the words fells quietly from his lips as he walked. “War is all that stands between us and peace, but when peace comes, we must have the good faith to enjoy it instead of seeking bloodshed.”
“Snowflakes dusted the ground like shy water creatures, hesitant to come out in the open yet sending a greeting all the same.”
“I tried to stop them.” Her voice came out wooden. “There were so many of them. Like rivers that flow and one cannot tell where the source is… where do the endless waters come from? Where do the endless woísts come from? I tried. They come. Marching with drums. Why the drums drums drums? They have everything. We have nothing. We never should have tried. Why did we ever try? We should have followed the warning.” She lifted a hand, turning it back and forth as she stared at it as if she’d never seen it before. “Run,” she whispered. “Run. As fast as you can. Never stop.”
What are some of your favorite quotes from epic fantasy books?