The World Mother
The Sibylline Saga: Book Three
There he gathers to him, the laughing, loving Dark.
But restless spirits cannot live on simple human spark.
When Gwenna hears a siren call in the night, she travels to a far distant country across the sea to discover its source. There, she encounters the great stone Giants of Lujor and a prophecy that could end it all.
There is a hole in the universe – a breach into the void between worlds – and Gwen will do anything to find it before it’s too late. Her search leads her to Amau, where a tightly knit family led by Arlo, called the Dragon, is waging war against the south. But the Dragon’s family has a secret, one they’ve faithfully kept for over a century. And it’s a secret Gwen will discover, even if she has to start a clandestine war of her own to do it.
Because as terrifying as the Dragon and his armies may be, that’s something Gwen has little interest in – just another war among men. What truly scares her is the lady upstairs, the gentle, soft-spoken wife of the Dragon, with golden hair and eyes as empty as the space between trees.
Content Advisory
This book includes scenes that may be distressing to some readers. Please expand the button on the right for a complete list of these sensitive topics.
If while reading this book, you come across any sensitive topics that need to be added to this list, please reach out to me at [email protected] and put CONTENT ADVISORY in the subject line.
Take care of yourselves, loves.
Content Advisory
Mild-to-moderate gore and violence, arson, control of another person’s body via coercion (supernatural mental ability), death of a secondary character, emotional manipulation. Something that is technically grooming for a secondary character, though in a parasitic-fantasy way more than a sexual assault kind of way. The sexual relationship between the two is implied because they’re married, but it’s never shown on page or even mentioned. Assisted suicide. There is a love scene on the page, but it is not explicit.
Character Art Coming Soon...
The World Mother
My sisters and brothers called me mad.
Their voices echoed between the cracks of the earth, cold and steady as water sliding over stone.
“You are mad, sister,” they said as one. Their voices came slowly, as do the voices of all who are timeless.
“You are the space between stones,” they said.
“You are water in the dark.”
“You are the breath of the earth.”
“Do not wish for ears that hear.”
“Do not wish for eyes that see.”
But I knew better. I was not mad. An Owl told me so. She whispered into me that if I wished hard enough, moved quickly enough, and loved fiercely enough, I could become real.
If an Owl could become human, then so could I.
And so I closed myself off from my sisters and brothers. I collapsed my lowest chambers, compressing so tightly that even water could not seep through. Instead, my life’s water pooled up in my center and flowed out of my mouth where the light was brightest.
After all, humans are water, are they not? Then so should I be.
The noise of the burbling water drowned out the voices of my sisters and brothers. They were too slow, and I must be quick.
My caverns flooded, leaving only the barest ledges around the outside. And right at the center of my dark lake rose a small island, just big enough to curl up on. And when he came — my dragon — that’s where he went.