Charlotte Boyett-Compo- WIND VERSE- Prisoners Of The Wind - Plot & Excerpts
The two of them were drenched as the rain and wind lashed against them, though neither seemed to notice. Staring straight ahead of him—his eyelashes bejeweled with raindrops—his tears were gone but he held onto his wife as though she was an anchor to keep him affixed to his world. On the high cliffs that overlooked the pristine beach, a watcher stood surveying the lovers. The wind howled and pressed against the sentinel—the fierce rain peppering a face set as hard as stone—and briskly billowed the hooded robe that concealed the observer from head to ankle. A white-knuckled hand clasped the robe to a throat constricted with hurt and fury. Violet-colored eyes narrowed in hatred never left the couple. Kali Reid had never known rage as she was experiencing it at that moment. Not even when the village folk had driven her from their fold six months earlier had she felt the anger that engulfed her at that moment. Condemning her as a whore, a harlot—even a witch—she had been threatened with tarring and feathering if she stayed, so she had fled in the middle of the night, taking to the high bluffs and making a cold, barren warren of caves her new abode.
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