CHAPTER THE THIRTEENTH: THE FORSAKEN CONTINENT (excerpt from unfinished Novel - No Title - by Giselle Rakobowchuk ©) All rights reserved. ©
On did the paths without borders take them. Ahead did their feet traverse. The whiffs of haze veiled their eyes; the memories of smoke, of a land of cement, of a dreary past resurfaced in her mind. A turn to the left, an ascending slope. A turn to the right, a rugged ground. The presupposed hour transformed into two for the steps of the lady were slow. Time wore on as hope for an end diminished. But, halt! No further could they go. Before them stood a great wall of dried out bushes which, being perplexingly entangled into each other, blocked their path (...) It was not long before the way was finally cleared and a small entrance made. (...)
“There, before me thou art, but I do not fully see thee for a concealed part of thy soul is what I am seeking. Aye, those eyes of thine that shine like dew...so many significant expressions are captured in them...and they alternate, as the changing climates of the year; they flash with irrevocable signs of fury; they shimmer with enigmatic gusts of joy; cry they do, but no tears have I seen fall; whisper they do, but their words I comprehend not; they express all that is in thee...yet I cannot grasp what ‘tis. What...what...I ask of thee is this; what lieth beneath all that?”
Her heart softened as irrepressible joy overwhelmed it. Clearly, in her eyes, he had not only given her his friendship but had been expecting hers in return.
by Giselle Rakobowchuk © All rights reserved. Reproduction in any form only admitted with approval from author...
Her heart softened as irrepressible joy overwhelmed it. Clearly, in her eyes, he had not only given her his friendship but had been expecting hers in return.
by Giselle Rakobowchuk © All rights reserved. Reproduction in any form only admitted with approval from author...
