Book Excerpt

People have been asking me if I could put up a excerpt of Sarea on my blog, and well...all you writers have most likely experienced this.

You see, I'm a rather shy person at heart (although sometimes you may not be able to tell :) and when people usually ask me about my book, I'm usually like "Well, it's about this girl...who finds this portal-thingy, and she goes into another world..." and I totally leave out all the battles and quests and the other 'good things'. It's sort of like a feeling that other people will think when you're telling them about your book, "Man, that sounds like a dumb story," or "Her writing style is NOT the best!". Y'know?

Well, I was trying to get around all the excerpt requests, but then a poll showed that 'Excerpts from Sarea' was the thing that you wanted me to post the most of. So I guess there's no wiggle room now...just don't laugh, and remember that you asked for it!

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Betha slowly turned over, groaning to herself. She still was sore from harvesting a crop of winter wheat, and she certainly wasn't looking forward to getting up and facing yet another day of back-breaking labor in the fields. The sun hadn't even begun to peek over the Opeladami Mountains yet.

But time was wasting, and no doubt she would be even more sore from the whipping she would get if she was late. Sarono, Jerad, and Father had most likely left already for the fields. And she supposed she would have to wake Ehra up, too.

To tell the truth, Betha was rather concerned about her little sister. Ehra seemed to be the one who always got the most whippings, and she was always so worn out at night. All that work wasn't good for someone so young...

"Ehra?" Betha slowly rolled over in the dark, reaching out to shake her sister awake. "It's time to--" She stopped in the middle of her sentence.

Ehra was gone.

Her side of the bed was neatly made, and her spare change of clothes--the ones with the large patch in the knee--were missing.

Stay calm! Betha tried to reassure herself, even though she was quivering from anxiety inside. She could have just left early with Father and the twins.

But she couldn't deny the facts that spoke against that possibility. Betha knew that Ehra would never get up that early if she could help it, and why on earth would she have taken her spare clothes? There was something seriously wrong. And Betha had a suspicion that it had to do with that strange peddler.

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So there you have it. Helpful comments and criticisms are appreciated!

Izori