These are the current, rough and unedited, opening lines of my historical fantasy WIP, working title Wolf & Huntress. The setting is Scotland, the year 1809.
“You cannot be seriously intending to wed Angus.”
Cass looked up from the rowan wood stake she was sharpening to glare across the fire at her sister Mary, who was stirring the potatoes with an entirely too complacent expression. Cass could hardly wait for Angus’s mourning for poor little Elspeth to end. Then she would not only wed the man she had wanted for these seven years and more, she would also be free of having this same fight with her sister, night after night.
“And why can I not?” Cass gave her stake a fierce swipe with her knife and watched the shaving fly into the fire and curl into flame.
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