The Rampion Child
Minerva Hart
November 14, 2023
High in the mountains, Lorelai lives a quiet life with her mother, Breanne. Sometimes, Breanne is rougher than she intends to be, leaving bruises and scratches on her daughter’s soft skin, but that is only because her love for Lorelai is as great as her fear of the outside world. It is rife with monsters, Red Hoods, treacherous folk of both mundane and magical abilities, and – worst of all – the True Faith, who rule Shipbreaker Shore with an iron fist. They dominate all who live on the isle, and execute those who don’t obey their holy laws. Even the royal family is terrified of them.
Mother and daughter live a life of seclusion to hide from such perils. While Lorelai is curious about the world beyond their tiny hut, Breanne insists they have all they need because they have each other.
Lorelai’s life is sheltered and lonely… until she meets and befriends Odele, a young Red Hood with a difficult past.
Lorelai is happier than she’s ever been. Little does she know that her mother is afraid of something far more tangible than dragons, ghouls, or even the True Faith: Time. Lorelai is twelve, on the cusp of womanhood, and Breanne will do the unspeakable to keep the girl from leaving her.
Author Bio:
Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve always loved stories. Reading was my passion. I still own some of the picture books from my childhood. Then, as I grew older, I began to write. They were, of course, amateurish at best. But they were still my first stories. By the time I was fifteen, I’d decided I wanted to be a novelist. Thus, I continued to write – and read, since that is a sure-fight way to improve one’s own writing – and, later on, went to college. I graduated in 2019 with a Bachelor’s Degree in English Literature.
Quote from The Rampion Child:
“Mundies are sleeping in their homes,
Letting their worries leak out of their domes.
But witches lie in the dark, anxious and silent,
Fearing no ghouls, dragons, or beasts so violent.
The True Faith, their eyes far and wide,
Their hearts are cold, their holiness snide.
Their golden sword, it comes and goes,
Leaving nothing behind but food for crows.
My sweet little love, close your eyes,
Stiffen your body, silence your sighs.
Pray the True Faith thinks you dead,
And leaves your body with a head.”
― Minerva Hart, The Rampion Child
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