Friday Snippet: from THE RUBY KEY

This is more of the new material from the revision. Genna, Dan, and Yarri have fled Arrienda in search of help. On the road, they run into trouble.

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Suddenly Yarri stopped, her hand raised, her body tensed. “Listen.”

Dan and I stopped as well. I heard the wind in the trees brushing bare branches and whispering through new leaves. And then something else.

Faint, distant, but coming closer. A howling, almost as if from a pack of wolves. But … not. I heard something wrong in those long, quavering wails, something exaggerated, mystical, unearthly. Something that did not belong in forests or on roads where people walked.

Yarri grabbed both our arms. “We have to get off the road, but unless you do exactly as I say, even that won’t help.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“Death,” Yarri muttered. “If it’s what I think it is, fast, ugly death. Come on.”

She bolted off the dirt road and beneath the trees, and Dan and I raced after her. She didn’t go far into the woods, though—just deep enough in that I lost sight of the road. “That gets us away from her view,” Yarri said, opening her pouch and pawing through it. “Now to get us away from their noses.”

The howling got a little louder, and a lot more eerie.

She found what she was looking for, and with a soft cry of, “Ha!” pulled it out. She said, “Stand downwind of me. Quickly.”

I tested the breeze and did as she said, as did Dan. She had a bottle in her hands, and when she squeezed the little bulb attached to it, it misted us lightly. I smelled nothing. She sprayed each of us all over, quickly, and herself last, getting even the soles of our feet, then sprayed back just a ways along the track by which we’d entered the forest. Then she pulled a small knife from her kit and sliced two long strips from the bottom of her tunic. She tied one strip around my wrist and one around Dan’s, and then had each of us tie the other ends around each of her wrists. “Crouch, keep close to the trunk of this tree, and don’t move at all,” she said. They’re blind, but they can find your by the faintest scent or sound.”

“What are blind?” I whispered.

But she put a finger to her lips and crouched down; she closed her eyes tightly and pressed her forehead against the rough bark of the tree trunk. Dan took a place at her left, I at her right, and we did as she did.

For a moment or two, nothing changed but that the howling grew louder.

Then, though, a hard wind rattled the branches over our heads and tossed damp leaves up from the forest floor into the air, and slapped them against us. A cold fog rolled over us, wet as the fogs that plague the highland, but thicker, and laden with the sweet-rotten stench of spoiled meat.

The reek of death.

Such a smell terrifies. It knots the belly; it tenses the muscles; it sends a shudder through the brain. It screams, “Run! Or die!” I felt that urge. Everything in the forest felt it. The beasts that inhabited the ancient forest fled as if before a fire, and every bone and muscle in my body fought to bolt, to run, to flee mindlessly, to mark myself as prey. But to get away, away, away.

I took Yarri’s, thin, fine-boned hand and held onto it for life and sanity. I prayed she was holding on to Dan on the other side.

Then the howling was right on top of us, and I wondered how I had ever mistaken the noise for wolves. Surely only from demons could such hideous sounds erupt.

The fog, lit by the moon, buried everything. I could not see the bark of the tree upon which my forehead rested.

The howling stopped, replaced by wet snuffling, and what sounded like hundreds of shuffling feet pushed past us on all sides—close enough that if any of us had reached out, I was sure we could have touched them. Or perhaps it was the fog that made them sound so close. I hoped it was that, and not the first thing, but I feared at any instant sharp teeth would sink into my neck and shake me the way a dog shakes a rabbit.

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14 responses to “Friday Snippet: from THE RUBY KEY”

  1. seanachi Avatar

    Wow, I am left wracking my brain trying to figure out what these creatures ARE…and I know quite a bit about folklore and the paranormal!

  2. zette Avatar

    I love these creatures. The feel of them sniffing around makes me shiver. Great work!

  3. Nicole Avatar

    Drat. We have to wait how long for this again? It’s refreshing to have unseen horrors in books (like this one – well done) rather than the explicit gore which isn’t nearly as frightening that we get in movies. (AKA I agree with Cheryl.)

  4. Ann Avatar

    I agree with everything they all said, this is too cool and I can’t wait for it to be out so I can gobble it up. Hope you’re feeling better.

  5. Bri Avatar

    That was great! I love how you never actually say what it is that’s coming – and the narrator’s constant “what are blind” sort of questions only add to the general sense of fear. Very vivid descriptions too – shivers. 🙂

  6. crystallyn Avatar

    This was so vivid…easily pictured and imagined. I’m always in awe of the way you build your worlds. I can’t wait to read the entire book in one fell swoop!

  7. cherylp Avatar

    Absolutely awesome post! I’ve always felt that unseen evil was scarier than seen evil. I’m a “Psycho” type of horror fan rather than a “Nightmare on Elm Street” type.

  8. Jess Avatar

    Very creepy, and I want whatever it is Yarri sprayed them with! Might be useful not to be smelled… unless it only works on evil demon hounds. Still would be useful, then, I gues! 😀 Cannot wait to read this.

  9. joelysue Avatar

    I love this, the stench, how it drives their prey to bolt. I can’t wait for this!

  10. Joy Renee Avatar

    ooooh. a bed-time story.

    no, seriously, i’ve always loved my nightmares and used to try to induce them by reading or watching a scary story just before trying to sleep. this would definitely qualify.

  11. Gabriele Avatar

    Oh, that’s creepy.

  12. TinaK Avatar

    Ohhh…*shiver* Every snippet makes me want more.

  13. IanT Avatar

    A nice touch, keeping their attackers unseen. And it’s good to have someone as practical as Yarri around…

  14. felchan Avatar

    Wow that snippet sent shivers down my spine! I especially liked the last paragraph, where you gave enough details for my mind to come up with something horrible and personal, rather than telling too much and killing the creepy. Loved it.

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