Hi folx, I’m back or at least I’m trying to be. Between this fool virus, some family health-related issues, and the overall tanking of my own health this year, things have become complex, but I’m still here and I’m trying my best, so please bear with me while I find my footing again.
Welcome to my 142nd #Rainbowsnippets*. This one, as always, is uniquely mine, but there are lots of other great snippets to read so after you finish here click the FB link at the bottom of the post to discover other great LGBTQIA authors and their works.
Striking Balance: The Peculiar Making of Beatrice Benjamin Sophia Scott Schnell Gow is a queer Historical Dark Fantasy set in, you guessed it, Appalachia. This Appalachia, however, is the frontier, and the story takes place during the Revolutionary War era and the time after, meaning the late 18th century. This explains the narrator’s voice. If you’ve read the letters and journals of the period, you’ll recognize it as reflective of those.
Blurb: Benjamin Schnell is the possessor of secrets he wishes he could bury beneath the rich Nolichucky river flat dirt he farms alongside his dear friend, Conall. But secrets lead to lies, lead to more secrets, and all eventually come home to roost in a bed of distrust, even on the 1779 Appalachian frontier.
After Ben is injured, he realizes there are odd things happening around him that others cannot see. Corner shadows take human shapes, lightning bugs dance in broad daylight, and the farm’s strange owner, Master Gow, returns with an offer Conall cannot refuse if Ben is to live. But making a deal with Master Gow will take them deep into the mountains to where a haunted king reigns and Fire balances Water in a delicate natural friendship.
Ben must learn self-acceptance and trust if he and Conall are going to survive because there can be no secrets in the mountains, only truth.
Another rich tale from the Appalachian Elementals world focusing on complex families containing rich LGBTQIA+ characters.
This week’s snippet comes from the beginning of Chapter Three, yes, I’m skipping around from here forward so you’ll stay on your toes. Please remember that we’re seeing things from Ben’s POV.
I wake to find myself in quite the predicament. We emptied Master Gow’s jug last night and settled onto the floor before the hearth in our drunkenness, talking and singing badly until sleep found us. My head’s ache pales to my bladder’s, but I dare not move. I fell asleep while leaning against the hearthstones and Conall fell asleep beside me, but sometime during the night he slid down and his head now resides in my lap. I long to stroke his hair, to share truths, but that simply shan’t maintain so I watch him sleep instead. He is quite fetching with his face against my leg, his shirt ties undone, and his collar off his bad shoulder so I can see some of his scar.
No word nerdiness or tiny history lesson as I ease back into things, just a wave and a nod. I hope to share more next week. My fingers are crossed.
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