I love writing children into my books. They add a bit of light-hearted tenderness and comedy between all the adult intrigue, betrayal, and gore. They offer a fresh perspective on the adult characters around them and raise the stakes for those battling for peace and kindness. Children don’t show up in all my stories, but they play a small role in Soul Swallower.
This little snippet introduces Chellai (age 6) and Thanelan (age 4).
Raze carted the empty basket along the path while Chellai skipped ahead picking coneflowers and snowy oxeye. Thanelan rode on his shoulders, the blond four-year-old gripping Raze’s forehead.
“I didn’t see the witch, me lord,” Chellai said, her voice comically high.
“Lanya teases you. You mustn’t wander alone, but there’s no witch in the forest. And I am Raze. I’m not a…
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