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A vividly evocative setting, deftly drawn characters, an intriguing glimpse into the little-known lore of runes, psychological depth… suspense, twists, and an undertow of heart-breaking tragedy… I was hooked from start to finish.
Sweat chilled on Rhiannon’s body. The cold seeped into her bones, but she stood motionless on the flat slab of rock within the twelve stones that formed the circle of Cerrig o Týr. She faced east towards the hills and drank in the freezing air. Today was the winter solstice, the day when the sun’s course was lowest, the depth of winter’s grip most keenly felt. Across the snowy ground her moon-shadow elongated, prostrating her thin body, arms outstretched towards the darkness that imprisoned the sun.
‘Aw-oo-wen.’ She traced Sowilo, the zig-zag sign for the sun, in the air before her, calling it, willing it to come. The circle of sun was completion, wholeness, self-knowledge, but this solstice was more than that. To her north, a flash lit the underbelly of the cloudbank that hugged the coast. The flash came again and again in a rhythmic pattern that scored the sleepless hours of her night, and her conversations with Nerys, who never slept, Lowri, who would never outgrow her fear, and Algiz, her spirit guide, who came to her at need.
To her left, a lone light shone: Rhys Pen Coed, up and milking his herd of Friesian cows as he’d done, sun or snow, for the last forty years. Behind her the full-moon was obscured by ominous cloud. One by one the stars blinked out. Not yet, not yet. ‘Aw-oo-wen.’
She searched deep within herself, scouring fragments of memory amongst the blanks she’d never fill, seeking enlightenment. The heat of hatred and vengeance fought the chill in her fingers and toes. ‘Aw-oo-wen.’ Seek change, seek healing. In the snow outside the circle she’d drawn the three rays of light: the three pillars of wisdom, the trinity… maiden, mother and crone. It was the universal symbol of Awen, the flowing spirit, and she sought its guidance. Would healing never come? Would she always be driven to seek revenge?
She lowered her arms. Fractured memory traced the lines of the rune she’d chiselled by moonlight, all those years ago, into the tallest of the twelve standing stones. The symbol of Týr, the sky god, the sword god, had similarities to that of Awen; it was a rune that gave victory. Used on weapons since Roman times, it said fear not death: it cannot kill you. She averted her eyes from the first rune on the adjacent stone: Kaunaz, reversed, meant a beacon gone out… withdrawal, anxiety, a closing: loss.
The shadow before her faded and the snow took on a dull, ruddy cast. It was time. The greeting of the sun would wait, for this was something that hadn’t been seen for four centuries. Would her spirit guide obscure her future course with cloud?
The stones of Cerrig o Týr fingered darkly heavenwards, as they had for thousands of years, protected by such as she. She summoned her inner steel and drew herself up, her body the straight, true shaft, her arms, out and backswept, the head of the arrow tempered in fire; the sign of Týr. ‘Haidzruno runu, falahak haidera, ginnarunaz. Arageu haeramalausz uti az. Weladaude, sa'z þat barutz. Uþarba spa.’ She turned slowly. ‘Rwyf fi, Meistr y Sgriptiau hynafol, yn cuddio yma Sgriptiau o Bŵer. Wedi ei flino gan anffawd, wedi ei dynghedu i farwolaeth llechwraidd fydd yr hwn sy'n torri'r heneb hwn. Rwyf yn proffwydo dinistr.’
She closed her eyes and completed her half-turn to face westward. Raising her arms in the symbol of Algiz, she drew strength from both the bedrock and the heavens. ‘I, master of the runes, conceal here runes of power. Plagued by misfortune, doomed to insidious death, is he who breaks this monument. I prophesy destruction.’ Fury welled from deep hurts in her soul, and her fingers clenched: faith, have faith… She would have her justice. ‘I entrust my soul to your great wisdom and seek your guidance.’ She opened her eyes: the clouds had moved away and before her hung the blood moon.
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LAST DAY TO GET THIS FREE. Fancy a relaxing Sunday afternoon? Download THE SILENCE OF THE STONES and follow Alana to West Wales. What happens when she meets Rhiannon?
FREE e-book www.amazon.com/-/e/B00M9CUD1I
THE SILENCE OF THE STONES by Rebecca Bryn #5*reviews
FREE TODAY! www.amazon.com/-/e/B00M9CUD1I
THE SILENCE OF THE STONES by Rebecca Bryn #5* #mysterythriller
A vividly evocative setting, deftly drawn characters, an intriguing glimpse into the little-known lore of runes, psychological depth… suspense, twists, and an undertow of heart-breaking tragedy… I was hooked from start to finish.
Sweat chilled on Rhiannon’s body. The cold seeped into her bones, but she stood motionless on the flat slab of rock within the twelve stones that formed the circle of Cerrig o Týr. She faced east towards the hills and drank in the freezing air. Today was the winter solstice, the day when the sun’s course was lowest, the depth of winter’s grip most keenly felt. Across the snowy ground her moon-shadow elongated, prostrating her thin body, arms outstretched towards the darkness that imprisoned the sun.
‘Aw-oo-wen.’ She traced Sowilo, the zig-zag sign for the sun, in the air before her, calling it, willing it to come. The circle of sun was completion, wholeness, self-knowledge, but this solstice was more than that. To her north, a flash lit the underbelly of the cloudbank that hugged the coast. The flash came again and again in a rhythmic pattern that scored the sleepless hours of her night, and her conversations with Nerys, who never slept, Lowri, who would never outgrow her fear, and Algiz, her spirit guide, who came to her at need.
To her left, a lone light shone: Rhys Pen Coed, up and milking his herd of Friesian cows as he’d done, sun or snow, for the last forty years. Behind her the full-moon was obscured by ominous cloud. One by one the stars blinked out. Not yet, not yet. ‘Aw-oo-wen.’
She searched deep within herself, scouring fragments of memory amongst the blanks she’d never fill, seeking enlightenment. The heat of hatred and vengeance fought the chill in her fingers and toes. ‘Aw-oo-wen.’ Seek change, seek healing. In the snow outside the circle she’d drawn the three rays of light: the three pillars of wisdom, the trinity… maiden, mother and crone. It was the universal symbol of Awen, the flowing spirit, and she sought its guidance. Would healing never come? Would she always be driven to seek revenge?
She lowered her arms. Fractured memory traced the lines of the rune she’d chiselled by moonlight, all those years ago, into the tallest of the twelve standing stones. The symbol of Týr, the sky god, the sword god, had similarities to that of Awen; it was a rune that gave victory. Used on weapons since Roman times, it said fear not death: it cannot kill you. She averted her eyes from the first rune on the adjacent stone: Kaunaz, reversed, meant a beacon gone out… withdrawal, anxiety, a closing: loss.
The shadow before her faded and the snow took on a dull, ruddy cast. It was time. The greeting of the sun would wait, for this was something that hadn’t been seen for four centuries. Would her spirit guide obscure her future course with cloud?
The stones of Cerrig o Týr fingered darkly heavenwards, as they had for thousands of years, protected by such as she. She summoned her inner steel and drew herself up, her body the straight, true shaft, her arms, out and backswept, the head of the arrow tempered in fire; the sign of Týr. ‘Haidzruno runu, falahak haidera, ginnarunaz. Arageu haeramalausz uti az. Weladaude, sa'z þat barutz. Uþarba spa.’ She turned slowly. ‘Rwyf fi, Meistr y Sgriptiau hynafol, yn cuddio yma Sgriptiau o Bŵer. Wedi ei flino gan anffawd, wedi ei dynghedu i farwolaeth llechwraidd fydd yr hwn sy'n torri'r heneb hwn. Rwyf yn proffwydo dinistr.’
She closed her eyes and completed her half-turn to face westward. Raising her arms in the symbol of Algiz, she drew strength from both the bedrock and the heavens. ‘I, master of the runes, conceal here runes of power. Plagued by misfortune, doomed to insidious death, is he who breaks this monument. I prophesy destruction.’ Fury welled from deep hurts in her soul, and her fingers clenched: faith, have faith… She would have her justice. ‘I entrust my soul to your great wisdom and seek your guidance.’ She opened her eyes: the clouds had moved away and before her hung the blood moon.
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WILL ALANA'S INHERITANCE BRING HER JOY OR GRIEF? AN UNDERTOW OF HEARTBREAK...
The grey-haired man wearing a rumpled suit, shivering on Alana’s doorstep, didn’t look like the bailiff. ‘Miss Katherine Harper?’
‘Alana… can’t stand Katherine. You must be Mr John?’ His high, uneven brows, large penetrating eyes and narrow jaw reminded her of a cross between a self-portrait Picasso had painted and some of the artist’s cubist portraits, except he was stouter, and his short, receding hair was peppered with grey.
She caught a whiff of tobacco smoke on his clothes. ‘Come in.’ She shoved a pile of papers off a chair and onto the floor. ‘It’s not very comfortable, I’m afraid, but the other one is worse.’ She sat down carefully in the worse one and willed the phone not to ring. Dad obviously hadn’t yet found enough backbone to face Mum. Either that or they really had killed each other. What the hell would she do then?
Mr John smiled a lop-sided smile and opened his briefcase. ‘A Katherine Alana Harper is mentioned in a will held by the solicitors who employed me to find her. ‘Your father’s name is Derek.’
‘How do you know that?’
‘I work for a firm of genealogists who specialise in finding heirs.’
‘And you think I’ve inherited something?’
‘I believe so. If you can confirm your mother’s Christian and maiden names?’
‘I’m not happy giving out personal information. I’ve seen the reports… people like you stealing identities.’
The corners of his eyes crinkled into a grin. ‘I shan’t ask you for any proof of identity documents… and I don’t have a camera… All I need is to be a hundred percent certain in my own mind that you are the person I’m looking for. The rest can be done through the solicitor.’
‘And there’s nothing to pay up front?
‘Not a brass farthing. I get a percentage of what you receive. I need you to sign an agreement to that effect.’
‘How big a percentage?’
‘Eighty percent of something is better than a hundred percent of nothing, surely?’
‘Eighty percent of nothing is more than I have at the moment.’ If this was a hoax, where was the catch? ‘My mother was Gweneth Williams.’
Mr John gave her an odd look, if it was odd for him, and smiled again. ‘Then I’m pleased to say you’re about to inherit some money.’
She let herself dare to hope. ‘Okay, where do I sign?’ He handed her a pen and the agreement. She couldn’t see anything dodgy in the small print. Mr John’s twenty percent was for her to pay from the proceeds of the designated estate. She signed Alana Harper, with her usual flourish. In for a brass farthing, in for eighty percent. ‘So, who was this Alana?’
‘Your aunt.’
Her eighty: Mr John’s twenty… All one hundred percent gurgled down the drain. ‘I don’t have an aunt.’
WILL ALANA'S INHERITANCE BRING HER JOY OR GRIEF? AN UNDERTOW OF HEARTBREAK...
The grey-haired man wearing a rumpled suit, shivering on Alana’s doorstep, didn’t look like the bailiff. ‘Miss Katherine Harper?’
‘Alana… can’t stand Katherine. You must be Mr John?’ His high, uneven brows, large penetrating eyes and narrow jaw reminded her of a cross between a self-portrait Picasso had painted and some of the artist’s cubist portraits, except he was stouter, and his short, receding hair was peppered with grey.
She caught a whiff of tobacco smoke on his clothes. ‘Come in.’ She shoved a pile of papers off a chair and onto the floor. ‘It’s not very comfortable, I’m afraid, but the other one is worse.’ She sat down carefully in the worse one and willed the phone not to ring. Dad obviously hadn’t yet found enough backbone to face Mum. Either that or they really had killed each other. What the hell would she do then?
Mr John smiled a lop-sided smile and opened his briefcase. ‘A Katherine Alana Harper is mentioned in a will held by the solicitors who employed me to find her. ‘Your father’s name is Derek.’
‘How do you know that?’
‘I work for a firm of genealogists who specialise in finding heirs.’
‘And you think I’ve inherited something?’
‘I believe so. If you can confirm your mother’s Christian and maiden names?’
‘I’m not happy giving out personal information. I’ve seen the reports… people like you stealing identities.’
The corners of his eyes crinkled into a grin. ‘I shan’t ask you for any proof of identity documents… and I don’t have a camera… All I need is to be a hundred percent certain in my own mind that you are the person I’m looking for. The rest can be done through the solicitor.’
‘And there’s nothing to pay up front?
‘Not a brass farthing. I get a percentage of what you receive. I need you to sign an agreement to that effect.’
‘How big a percentage?’
‘Eighty percent of something is better than a hundred percent of nothing, surely?’
‘Eighty percent of nothing is more than I have at the moment.’ If this was a hoax, where was the catch? ‘My mother was Gweneth Williams.’
Mr John gave her an odd look, if it was odd for him, and smiled again. ‘Then I’m pleased to say you’re about to inherit some money.’
She let herself dare to hope. ‘Okay, where do I sign?’ He handed her a pen and the agreement. She couldn’t see anything dodgy in the small print. Mr John’s twenty percent was for her to pay from the proceeds of the designated estate. She signed Alana Harper, with her usual flourish. In for a brass farthing, in for eighty percent. ‘So, who was this Alana?’
‘Your aunt.’
Her eighty: Mr John’s twenty… All one hundred percent gurgled down the drain. ‘I don’t have an aunt.’
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