All the fires that burn…all that have…all that will.
Those were the words carved into the gate above Rhys's head. That was the meaning behind the tattoo on his arm, and the power, so the Pa’a said, given to Gabaimi’a-kuna by their god: to walk through fire.
Every strand of hair on his body stood up as his eyes trailed from the words to the fenghuang carving, knowing the wrong hands made it, in the wrong place, at the wrong time…just like—
Gabai found him once before, he thought as he retreated in the moonlight toward the roar of river water. She would again.
Six Sentence Sunday is a blog hop that posts on Sundays, which is a great thing for bloggers who like to post regularly but don't always have something new to say. I'm participating in two. On Saturday, I'm snarky. On Sunday, I try to tell a story in six sentences. My blog is current, and I don't even have to be near a computer!
Participation is straightforward. Submit a link to the host site between 6:00 pm Tuesday and 11:59 pm on Saturday. Post a six sentence excerpt on your blog on Sunday, (I schedule! It posts while I'm sleeping.) Six Sentence Sunday posts the blog hop at 9 am on Sunday. It just seems silly not to.
(All times mentioned in this post are US Eastern.)