The Lightness of Dust by M.L. Weaver
Book One, The Meronymy
Fantasy
Luna Risen LLC
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We
mortals take solace in knowing that someday our cares will scatter with the
dust of our bones. For the gods who walk
among us no such hope exists…especially for the goddess who must witness our
deaths.
In
ancient Anatolia , a young healer fights
to reunite with her true love despite her father's desire to profit from her
gift.
In Depression-eraSeattle , the caretaker of the Persephone Music Hall finds inspiration for
his art in the arms of a beautiful foreign violinist.
A university professor in modern-dayCalifornia struggles to keep his
lab and his marriage from the clutches of his enthusiastic new grad student.
A mysterious thread draws these lives together across the span of history and summons one of them toward an unspeakable fate. Follow the thread as mortal cares scatter with The Lightness of Dust.
In Depression-era
A university professor in modern-day
A mysterious thread draws these lives together across the span of history and summons one of them toward an unspeakable fate. Follow the thread as mortal cares scatter with The Lightness of Dust.
We
mortals take solace in knowing that someday our cares will scatter with the
dust of our bones. For the gods who walk
among us no such hope exists…especially for the goddess who must witness our
deaths.
Teaser Excerpt:
The
sea receded. When they arrived at the
tide pools Kere and Telamon walked together through the microcosms of sea-life
that lay scattered like droplets across the earth. One droplet harbored an exotic round shell;
flattened in profile, its wide red-mottled segments overlapped to form a
flexible armor that protected the soft body beneath. In another droplet, wisping away under the
assault of wind and sun, three tiny fish swam an endless circle searching for
an escape that would not exist for hours to come. If they survived the predations of sea birds
until then. Seven-armed stars, called
Lunafish by superstitious sailors, dotted watery depressions in a universe of
colors and textures. Only through the
mercies of scavengers and the setting sun did the helpless creatures, trapped
in abandoned moments, survive. Shattered
crab shells, remnants of a morning feast, lay hollow on the rocks.
Neither
Kere nor Telamon spoke as the ocean crept away.
They didn’t want to acknowledge the heartbreak that lay ahead. Kere flitted from pool to pool and soon the
towering rock echoed with squeals of delight at each new creature she
discovered. Playing as they had long
before, Kere and Telamon released for the moment the dread lurking in their
hearts and became children again. A
cloak of seaweed, a mass of tangled leaves and spongy floats draped across the
back and arms, transformed the boy into a fearsome, dripping sea monster. Imaginary ships succumbed to the mighty
onslaught of its grasping tentacles and gnashing beak. The girl, cupping small creatures in her
water-filled hands as she carried them back to the ocean, was reborn as Kimber,
the gentle goddess of healing and the sea.
A blue-speckled crab left its perilous refuge in the care of the young
goddess; it returned to the sea with its beak-riven carapace whole once more.
The
fading sun invited the ocean to reclaim the broken territory so recently
abandoned. Pushed by the advancing moon,
the water returned; as it did, so too did the worries of the young man and
woman to displace the joys of the boy and girl.
Perched on a stone ledge above the high-water mark, they clasped their
hands together and listened to the renewed roar of the water. Cool mist wet their faces with each surge.
Hating herself, but
no longer able to delay, Kere broke the silence. “When must you leave?”
Author bio
M.L. Weaver’s best friends as a child were books, as asthma
kept him indoors—and in bed—a great deal of the time. His favorite genres were, and are to this
day, science fiction, fantasy, and history textbooks.
Matt’s asthma abated but his love for books did not. Writing novels was always one of his goals
but he didn’t manage to put pen to paper until the third year of grad school,
which, as he now admits, might have been the worst possible time to focus on
anything but research!
After graduating from UC Davis with a Ph.D. in chemistry,
Matt moved with his wife and son to the Pacific Northwest .
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