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OIKONI STONE
Every morning for months, Nainie of the tree clan, has spied on a
fair-skinned woman who lives within the stone village bordering
the willow woods. He knows he can’t be with her for he must
marry a woman of his father’s choosing, and this mysterious
beauty is not one of his kind…or is she? The ripples in the river
move toward her rather than away. Her eyes are like the lake
when the noonday sun hits its surface, blue and placid. She is
different, but he feels she is the same as him—one who stands
apart from those of her clan.
Gathering his courage, he crosses the river to meet her. They
share their first kiss, a heated, awkward moment of bonding that
ends too soon. When he enters her village, hoping to find her
father and ask for her as his bride, he discovers she, like so many
others in the stone city, is a slave. His naiveté about the cruelty of
Tiir’s clan only helps to ensnare him in her harsh world.
In a city of strict traditions awaiting its high ruler and atonement
for past sins, can these two new lovers make a way for
themselves and find a path to freedom?
Every morning for months, Nainie of the tree clan, has spied on a
fair-skinned woman who lives within the stone village bordering
the willow woods. He knows he can’t be with her for he must
marry a woman of his father’s choosing, and this mysterious
beauty is not one of his kind…or is she? The ripples in the river
move toward her rather than away. Her eyes are like the lake
when the noonday sun hits its surface, blue and placid. She is
different, but he feels she is the same as him—one who stands
apart from those of her clan.
Gathering his courage, he crosses the river to meet her. They
share their first kiss, a heated, awkward moment of bonding that
ends too soon. When he enters her village, hoping to find her
father and ask for her as his bride, he discovers she, like so many
others in the stone city, is a slave. His naiveté about the cruelty of
Tiir’s clan only helps to ensnare him in her harsh world.
In a city of strict traditions awaiting its high ruler and atonement
for past sins, can these two new lovers make a way for
themselves and find a path to freedom?
| Fantasy Erotic Romance |
"Anastasia Rabiyah has
written a very romantic story
of an innocent maiden and a
heroic warrior, who will
endure everything to love each
other. I would recommend this
book to readers who
appreciate epic love stories."
-Kim
Cupid's Library Reviews
written a very romantic story
of an innocent maiden and a
heroic warrior, who will
endure everything to love each
other. I would recommend this
book to readers who
appreciate epic love stories."
-Kim
Cupid's Library Reviews
Excerpt:
Nainie crossed his hands in his lap and leaned forward, watching the young woman from his
vantage hidden among the draping branches of the willow. Sea green leaves caressed his bare
arms and tickled his back where his looping ebony hair did not hang. The thick mass waved in the
light breeze, forcing him to brush aside strands that fell in his amber eyes and shrouded his view. He
dropped his hand and squinted at her pale brilliance.
The woman wore white, a swathe of pale cotton fabric that hugged her curves and covered her so
much that it offered her modesty. Nainie spied on her every morning. He ran from his village in the
willow woods and climbed the same tree, his bare feet gripping the gnarled trunk and his fingers
lodging in each available crevice until he reached this same lookout. I wish I knew her name, he
mused, a smile lifting the corners of his mouth.
She knelt beside the river, her eyes downcast and her honey-colored hair drifting just as unruly in
the breeze as his. The woman pulled the leather strap from her shoulder and dipped her head
beneath it in order to retrieve the clay jug balanced on her back. The ripples across the river moved
toward her.
Nainie puckered his lips in a wind whisper when the side of her fabric wrap fell off her left shoulder,
revealing more of her fair skin and the top of her small, round breast. She dipped the jug into the
water and waited. The water filled too fast. She pulled it free, wiping the lip with delicate fingers. The
woman adjusted her clothing, hiding her body, and he pouted at the loss of such a tempting view.
Beyond the white plastered wall, her clan called to her in feminine voices and Nainie sighed,
disappointed. She would go, as she always did and he’d not see her until the following morning.
He swung his bare feet in mid-air, waiting for her to hurry along the stone-lined path. Her clan is
strange, he decided. People should live in the open, not behind rocks.
When she disappeared beyond the high berry bushes, he slid forward and dropped to the ground,
landing with ease on the thick blanket of leaves covering the willow wood floor. The tassels on the
edges of his loincloth tickled his legs. He glanced over his shoulder. The stone path the woman took
wound away from the river’s edge, and he could see the smooth prints her sandaled feet left behind.
“Strange,” he whispered. “If I separated my skin from the earth, how would I know what lay beneath
me?”
Nainie shrugged and ran his hand through his curly hair. “Tomorrow, he said to the breeze.
Nainie crossed his hands in his lap and leaned forward, watching the young woman from his
vantage hidden among the draping branches of the willow. Sea green leaves caressed his bare
arms and tickled his back where his looping ebony hair did not hang. The thick mass waved in the
light breeze, forcing him to brush aside strands that fell in his amber eyes and shrouded his view. He
dropped his hand and squinted at her pale brilliance.
The woman wore white, a swathe of pale cotton fabric that hugged her curves and covered her so
much that it offered her modesty. Nainie spied on her every morning. He ran from his village in the
willow woods and climbed the same tree, his bare feet gripping the gnarled trunk and his fingers
lodging in each available crevice until he reached this same lookout. I wish I knew her name, he
mused, a smile lifting the corners of his mouth.
She knelt beside the river, her eyes downcast and her honey-colored hair drifting just as unruly in
the breeze as his. The woman pulled the leather strap from her shoulder and dipped her head
beneath it in order to retrieve the clay jug balanced on her back. The ripples across the river moved
toward her.
Nainie puckered his lips in a wind whisper when the side of her fabric wrap fell off her left shoulder,
revealing more of her fair skin and the top of her small, round breast. She dipped the jug into the
water and waited. The water filled too fast. She pulled it free, wiping the lip with delicate fingers. The
woman adjusted her clothing, hiding her body, and he pouted at the loss of such a tempting view.
Beyond the white plastered wall, her clan called to her in feminine voices and Nainie sighed,
disappointed. She would go, as she always did and he’d not see her until the following morning.
He swung his bare feet in mid-air, waiting for her to hurry along the stone-lined path. Her clan is
strange, he decided. People should live in the open, not behind rocks.
When she disappeared beyond the high berry bushes, he slid forward and dropped to the ground,
landing with ease on the thick blanket of leaves covering the willow wood floor. The tassels on the
edges of his loincloth tickled his legs. He glanced over his shoulder. The stone path the woman took
wound away from the river’s edge, and he could see the smooth prints her sandaled feet left behind.
“Strange,” he whispered. “If I separated my skin from the earth, how would I know what lay beneath
me?”
Nainie shrugged and ran his hand through his curly hair. “Tomorrow, he said to the breeze.
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