David L. Felts
The Rain King:
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(SFReader Press Nov. 12, 2014)
Who knows the power of kings and wizards in their grief, or the depth of their madness?
Stay away....
Thus is Miri warned when she tells of seeing the Rain King down by the banks of the great river. Yet Miri has a question only the Rain King -- or his ghost -- can answer: Is there a sun?
Excerpt
He was standing under the willow's drooping boughs, water dripping from his sodden robe and hair. The rain fell in sheets so thick she could barely see. The river rushed by faster than she'd ever seen, whipped into a roiling brown froth. It was higher too, the whirling water not more than a dozen feet from the edge of the path. The ground was slippery, and Miri was half blinded by the rain. Twice she'd almost slipped. She knew if she fell in the River, it would swallow her like a stone and she'd never be seen again.
Stay away....
Thus is Miri warned when she tells of seeing the Rain King down by the banks of the great river. Yet Miri has a question only the Rain King -- or his ghost -- can answer: Is there a sun?
Excerpt
He was standing under the willow's drooping boughs, water dripping from his sodden robe and hair. The rain fell in sheets so thick she could barely see. The river rushed by faster than she'd ever seen, whipped into a roiling brown froth. It was higher too, the whirling water not more than a dozen feet from the edge of the path. The ground was slippery, and Miri was half blinded by the rain. Twice she'd almost slipped. She knew if she fell in the River, it would swallow her like a stone and she'd never be seen again.
- Pages
- 13
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