Numbers have power. Did you know that? Powers, nuances, colors. Like The Color of Seven…..
Justin Dinardo awoke with a start. The glow of the outside security lights streamed faintly into his room. A gigantic hand covered his mouth. His eyes widened. His chest hurt from the sledgehammer force of his heartbeat, thumping wildly in sudden panic.
The face loomed over him. He stared into the round, ebony eyes. Hypnotic eyes. Powerful eyes. It was all so simple. All he had to do was follow those eyes and the world would fall at his feet. It was all so simple. The terror changed to instant adoration. Sensing the change, the owner of the hand removed it from Justin’s mouth.
“Who—who are you?” Justin asked in wonder.
“My name be Cain.” The voice rumbled low like distant thunder. “An’ my color be sebben.”
A Few Lines From "A Knight For Love" by A.M.Westerling
“I am Warin de Taillur,” he said simply. He gestured with his chin to the fresh mound and crudely fashioned cross. “Your traveling companion is now in a better place.”
Alyna nodded, mute in her misery, the words slowly penetrating her mind. Traveling companion. David. She blinked hard, once, twice, against the tears, forcing them back. She had no time to cry anymore.
She sucked in a huge, ragged breath. How rude the man must find her.
First she had hailed him, now sorrow over David’s death held her tongue. In truth, she hadn’t expected the knight to stop but he had. She opened her mouth to thank him and lifted her gaze enough to finally look him full in the face.
And froze, mouth yet gaping.
He radiated power. It emanated from his every pore, permeating the area around him with a tangible force she could almost reach out and touch.