Wednesday, September 30, 2009

VK Sagas Book 2: Secret Graces, Excerpts from manuscript Draft

Spring Fever by Lorelle Bacon (it's not the cover for Secret Graces, I just love this painting and it reminds me of VK)
I took in a deep breath, deep to the bottom of my lungs, then let it out slow, clearing Aunt Ruby’s ghost, clearing thoughts of Momma and men. I watched Dylan prowl back to me. I didn’t move any of my outsides, but my insides were fraidy-frog jumping. When he stood before me and caught up my eyes with his, his pupils reflected what he saw, and it made my messy hair, my scraggled nails, my dirty foot—my everything—shine out as if I was a ten foot tall West Virginia hick girl in torn pedal pushers.




I dreamed of the Mississippi darkness. Then the dark waters parted and a pair of eyes shone out. The eyes watched me with sad loneliness. I tried to look away and I could not, because the eyes were mine. I saw them from the inside out, but they weren’t giving up any secrets, other than that sad lonely cast to them. The eyes closed, and everything was dark again.



Andy and Bobby chewed with their mouths open, their eyes opened wide and staring; they were idiots reincarnated into bigger idiots.

Daddy left the room, and soon ice sounds pounded into his glass. I didn’t look at Rebekha when she sighed that old hurting hopeful sigh, and said, “Well now. Let’s see here. What’s next?”

I ate my dessert. The cold ice-cream froze my tongue. I hoped it froze everyone’s tongue so we’d all just be quiet for a while.



Dylan came to me, ran his hand up my thigh where the wind had played before. He touched my hair. He touched too much.

River laughed and laughed.

I was not my momma. I would not make the mistakes of my women-kin.



Jade watched out her window as two blue jays flew off making a racket. That’s what made blue jays happy, making racket and being big and handsome blue.

I said, “He’s not worth getting sick over.”

“The sad thing is, I thought he would save me.”

I leaned in to her. I needed to know. “Save you from what?”

“I don’t know exactly. But he made me think I was better off with him than without him.”

I thought how women found themselves all in a fix over men. That was what they let men do to them, take away a woman's insides that made them who they were until they weren’t the same person any more. And a woman would somehow feel happy to have it that way. It was like the parasites I learned about in the sciences at school, how the little critters took over the host bit by bit and made the host behave in ways that create a better world for the parasite, not the host.




As I walked between the pews, the stained glass allowed golden light beams to filter through. One touched the top of my head, as if Jesus tried to pull me to him because I was so far away from him. I took in big lung exploding gobs of air. I wanted to believe in something that powerful. I wanted a saving as people who went to church said happened. I wanted the answers to secrets. I wanted many things. There I was, soon to be married, no longer my momma’s little girl riding Fionadala high up her mountain. There I was in a church with light falling on my head like a daddy’s touch. There I was. If I’d ever learned how to cry, I’d have cried then.

15 comments:

Carol @ TheWritersPorch said...

That was beautiful Kat! Just what is Mississippi darkness?? :)

Deb Shucka said...

So beautiful. I can hardly wait for the whole book. That picture is pretty amazing, too.

T. Anne said...

Great word imagery! I could read your work all day!

Jessica said...

Gosh I love your writing!!!! I can't wait to read both your books!

Kathryn Magendie said...

Carol - "Mississippi darkness" refers to an early scene at the Mississippi River ... one of my favorite chapters. The entire chapter is full of sensory images, and sensual ones. It's both a turning point for our VK, and a turning back for her.

Thank y'all for your comments! It's hard putting up excerpts from the draft, because I see things I want to change, or awkward sentencing - but that's all part of the process! I'm working on it now, well, now as in I took a short break to come here and obssssessss about what I put on here from the draft *laugh*

Char said...

" That was what they let men do to them, take away a woman's insides that made them who they were until they weren’t the same person any more." I so get that, sad, isn't it?

Great read! Thanks!

Lazy Writer said...

Beautiful writing! Thank you for sharing it.

Analisa said...

OMGosh,
I am getting homesick for my friends in Tender Graces. Just reading that teaser..shame on you...it makes me wannasay.

Why are u wasting time blogging finish my book. (HUGE SMILE)

Really I am looking forward to the new book.

NCmountainwoman said...

Thanks for the preview. I haven't heard "fraidy frog" in years. I love the comparison of men overpowering needy women to parasites. Can't wait for the book to be out.

Stephanie Faris said...

Beautiful writing...the kind that inspires me to be better!

Debbie said...

OOOOH! Love it! Can't wait to get my paws on the whole thing.
I especially loved the idea of the tongues freezing so everyone would be quiet.

Strange Fiction said...

Wow. Beautiful. Stop fretting--writing of this calibre is why I love to read. :)

The Unbreakable Child said...

Just SPLENDID, Kat!!!

Sandra Leigh said...

Analisa said it all. Where's my book?

p.s. You know what's really great? I can hear VK's voice - and hear her accent - right away. Her voice is there right from the first word. Wow.

Patience-please said...

We just have to get you on the NY Times Best Seller list. We just do. You are so gifted.