Chapter 2 is on deck!
Chapter Two: “Your path lies with the Pattern.”
Hey there! The second chapter of AEFTE just went live on Literotica.
After Exile is a big story with lots of characters and ins and outs (if you know what I mean), so in this chapter, you’ll be meeting some new people. But don’t worry, we’ll get back to Raothan after we get some of the other important players introduced.
As I said in last week’s email, AEFTE is a fantasy novel with erotica sprinkled on top, so you may not find as many hot scenes right away as you have in some of my earlier stories. But fear not! If you read it, they will come (heh).
Check out an excerpt below, or skip right to Literotica and read Chapter Two now. And please do comment on Lit! I respond in the comments section about every five comments or so. Love to hear from you!
An Emperor for the Eclipse, Chapter 2, Excerpt:
“Hmm.” Maudri sounded doubtful.
“And the horse was a lizard.”
“Oh come. Now you are just flinging snow.”
“No!” Niquel said. “I do not know how to explain it. This is what I am telling you. It was all very strange.”
“Well you are strange, so it suits you.”
Niquel ignored her friend’s poking. “And there was this itch, this pain. Right in the center of my back, between my shoulders where I could not reach. Nothing I could do would make it go away.”
They were silent for a few moments after this, Maudri unsure what to say to her friend, and Niquel deciding whether she needed to reveal the part where her dream went from odd to unnerving. It seemed she ought.
“In my dream,” she said, “Vodi was not there. None of the guides were there. I could not hear J’sau Jeqnam. I could not hear anything.”
Maudri looked over at her with wide eyes as their ponies picked their way along, oblivious. “You said it was a dream, not a nightmare, Niquel.”
“I know. What do you make of this?”
Her friend shook her head, eyes drifting back to their path. “I do not know. But I hope for your sake that this is not a dream of foresight. To not hear the guides …” She saw Maudri hunch her shoulders in a cringing way, as if to shrug off something unpleasant.
“Well,” Niquel said, trying to bring some mirth back into the exchange, “the dream had a man-lizard-horse in it, so how true could it be?”
“Right.” They laughed together and moved their talk to other things. The River Omeron would be at their feet by the next morning, and Niquel intended to enjoy her friend’s company before then. J’sau Jeqnam could make them privy to the most likely probabilities, but there was always a chance events would unfold along an unlikely path instead.
Niquel wanted to laugh and talk and drink in the sight of her closest friend.
In case she never came back.
