This is a lil teaser 😉
The beginning and maybe end (or at least part) of a short story that I might be turning into a novel. Enjoy.
Our people say that when the sun shines and the heavens leak water, a
light persistent drizzle, simultaneously, a baby leopard somewhere has
been born. And many years ago, when the eclipse came, they said a
great man had died, he was one of the heavenly bodies, thus the sun
would not-nay, could not- in deference to the passing of so great a
man, shine its light. I often wondered but never spoke it out loud,
what happens when a great woman dies? There was no precedent of such a
foretelling as if the phrase itself were a contradiction in terms.
And that was how it came to pass, that the daughter of a fish seller,
of uncertain paternity, dined with kings from places far and wide, and
bathed with queens, fair and noble, but none as fair or as noble as