A lost birthright and unending agony.
Gefnen – troll-herald and hound for Koschey the Deathless – hunts life across the moors of the far north. Not deer, not pheasant, not meat for the table. His master eats choicer fruits When the piercing scent of youth tingles his senses, Gefnen focuses his chase. The prey – a boy – lacks guardians strong enough to best a troll. Swift triumph…
On a whim, the rainbow’s child falls to earth, where a cruel adversary takes advantage of her innocence. Can she reclaim her thunder-swept heavens? Must she dwindle and die? This transcendent short story set in the troll-ridden North-lands explores how inner freedom creates outer opportunities.
Earth trumps heaven until ancient music plays.
PRAISE FOR RAINBOW'S LODESTONE AND STAR-DRAKE
“...almost “Tolkienesque”...the stories feel like they’re happening on the Earth we know, but long before our recorded history... Despite the fact that it deals with a grim act of mischief, [Rainbow's Lodestone is] a delightful read. The enchanting thing about it is the personification of the Rainbow, and the general attitude she has towards her fate in the story... All in all, these are wonderful stories... Ney-Grimm’s unique blend of Nordic fantasy and fairy tale mentality is a refreshing take on the genre, and [her] poetic style of writing (whichever tone she uses) adds a special sheen to the work. I read a lot of fiction, and I can honestly say I’ve not come across anything quite like this.” – James J. Parsons, Speaking to the Eyes
EXCERPT FROM RAINBOW'S LODESTONE
She did not see him, but a rainbow's child might not. The sky was her realm - air and light and wind - with brief visits to earth and the creatures of earth.
She pranced and leapt and whirled. She tossed back her head, tresses swirling, and flung her arms skyward. She bent and bowed. She rejoiced in this highland dell.
He threw the lodestone.
It caught the hem of her gauzy gown of light, pinning a sapphire panel to the ground.
Pain. Terror. Shock. Her face registered all these and more.
She tried to straighten, tugging at her dress.
It dragged her downward, trapping her against the ground.
She looked up, eyes dilating, pleading in the gesture of one hand.
Now she was seeing him.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
J.M. Ney-Grimm lives with her husband and children in Virginia, just east of the Blue Ridge Mountains. She's learning about permaculture gardening, post-carbon preparation, and debunking popular myths about food. The rest of the time she reads Robin McKinley, Diana Wynne Jones, and Lois McMaster Bujold, plays boardgames like Settlers of Catan, rears her twins, and writes stories set in her troll-infested North-lands.