Reaper’s Moon

reaper's moon

In my fantasy world, the Reaper’s Moon signals the arrival of autumn. The heat of summer blows west with curling seawinds, and morning fog rolls on the inland sea like living smoke. On shore, milkweed bursts with silken wings and thistles shed their white beards. The land is softened by fields of grain in hues of copper and carnelian, apples bow the branches, and winter’s wood is stacked.

The Reaper’s Moon is a time of harvest, ripening roots, and gardens of green bolting with seeds. It’s the promise of neighbors and picnics, percussion and strings, the close of summer visible in calloused hands and sun-browned shoulders, wool evenings and fresh baked pie.

The full Reaper’s Moon glides across the night sky on September 16.

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Excerpt from Eye of Fire, the Dragon Soul Quartet

The noise of revelers faded as the sounds of the sea sang in the night. His head thick with drink, Morgen excused himself for a stroll back to the cove in the dark. “I’ll ride the longboat out to the Eadwynn and find a comfortable berth in the captain’s cabin.”

Neve winked at him, sharing the man’s preference for a ship’s gentle rock over the stillness of her floor where Captain Cradog snored. “I told you he’s a fool,” she’d said, observing the sleeping man. “But he’s a fine seaman with a good heart.”

After Morgen left, she lay a blanket over Cradog. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she watched him sleep, his mouth hanging open, face serene. She reached down and held his nose, only enough to silence his snoring. At times, she felt like his mother, not his lover, as if he were a lad in a man’s body, still growing into himself, unaware of his potential, the possibilities she saw and loved. She didn’t try to guide him or change him. His choices were his own and his life his to haul.

In truth, Neve simply remained true to herself and didn’t tolerate any foul from him or anyone else for that matter. She didn’t give a piss about what others thought or did with their lives and didn’t care if they liked her choices either. Cradog could take it or leave it, and he tried awfully hard to take it.

Oh, but, she was fond of watching him grow. The man was like her garden, full of gifts, things coming up she never expected, little seeds sprouting that she’d planted long ago and forgotten. He grew fresh and wild and weedy and delicious and abundant when she tended him and made sure he got plenty of sunlight.

Slipping from her clothes, Neve slid under her blankets. She peered over the edge of the bed and almost woke him up.

94 thoughts on “Reaper’s Moon

  1. reocochran says:

    Your world sounds full of amazing seasonal details and activities. I particularly like picnics!
    Oh, this ended in a rather possible passionate pass at her man, Diana. 😉

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  2. inesephoto says:

    Beautiful excerpt, Diana. “The man was like her garden” – I wish every relationship would make the place for growth, and provided enough sunshine 🙂

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  3. What a beautiful picture you painted with words of the Reaper’s Moon. I am also visualizing those bountiful fields, apple pies, and just the cooler respite that autumn brings on the heels of a long, hot summer. I enjoyed this immensely.

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  4. A very enjoyable read with wonderful descriptions of the premise and characters. 🙂

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  5. Wow I can actually visualize it when I read your narrative.

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  6. tric says:

    What a beautiful read.

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  7. Thanks for this Diana. You gave us their relationship in such depth, yet only used a few words. Mega hugs.

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  8. Nurse Kelly says:

    Absolutely captivating. Always think of you with each full moon. Hope you are having a good week. xo

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  9. Ali Isaac says:

    Gorgeous imagery and description in the Reaper’s Moon. Also, love how Neve compared her lover to the surprises growing in her garden! 😍💕

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  10. Christy B says:

    Wonderful excerpt! Your imagination is awesome ♥

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  11. I loved the descriptive work, Diana. It really was sublime. 🙂

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  12. Ocean Bream says:

    This was a warm read, Diana 🙂

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  13. Aquileana says:

    I much enjoyed the excerpt…. great reading… also how interesting to learn about Reaper’s Moon … being associated to Harvest I will definitely relate it to Persephone. Happy Fall to you from the southern hemisphere (soon entering spring down here!)… Best wishes. Aquileana 🙂

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    • Thank you, Aquileana. Yes, spring is coming in your part of the world 🙂 My current WIP takes place in a southern hemisphere and it’s been fun getting my head around the climate. Thanks for the visit and enjoy the full moon this week!

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  14. Your reaper’s moon is our spring moon in Australia; just three more nights. I love your writing, Diane and am almost at the end of The Bone Wall – loving it! 🙂

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  15. Steven Baird says:

    Beautifully vibrant, Diana… rich with description and poignancy. And I love the garden analogy. 🙂

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  16. Lovely excerpt, Diane.Jx

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  17. All your words and depictions are so vibrant, Diana. I am swept up into your world and enthralled by it. Your word artistry always paints a delightful picture. ❤

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  18. I am certainly not liking the early freeze we are having this summer (even though fall is just around the corner) since we had a late start to the summer. We had to cover our tomato and chile pepper plants just now. I think I will buy a “grow light” (easily available with our new marijuana laws!) so that I can finish off my peppers in the garage. My tomatoes are almost fully harvested so won’t bother with those. OOPS about your post, lol! I do always enjoy your excerpts and do appreciate them a lot Diana. xo

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  19. Your ability to paint deep, rich pictures with words is magical, Diana. in this post, your narrative has evoked my memories of the sights, sounds, sensations and scents of autumn with such tangible clarity. And it goes beyond to bring to mind the relationships and traditions that give our autumn lives meaning.

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  20. The images bring your world to life. My favorite part is where Neve views Cradog as if he were a man in a lad’s body. ❤ 🙂

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  21. Joanne Sisco says:

    I really like the description of their relationship ….
    “She didn’t give a piss about what others thought or did with their lives and didn’t care if they liked her choices either. Cradog could take it or leave it, and he tried awfully hard to take it”.

    If only we were all that wise!!

    Happy Reaper’s Moon!

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  22. Purpleanais says:

    The way you weave your words, as well as your imagination make for an enchanting read 🙂

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  23. I love reading your writing, it gives me inspiration and makes me feel motivated to try new things and to get to my writing! lovely as always

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  24. balroop2013 says:

    Your world of fantasy is very alluring Diana. No wonder writers lend a special charm to mundane jobs like harvesting with their beautiful words. I love both those pictures of ever-inspiring Mother Nature with her varied cadences. I could hear those ‘sounds of sea singing’…thanks for sharing this excerpt. Have a wonderful week! 🙂

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  25. Julie says:

    This is absolutely exquisite: “The heat of summer blows west with curling seawinds, and morning fog rolls on the inland sea like living smoke. On shore, milkweed bursts with silken wings and thistles shed their white beards. The land is softened by fields of grain in hues of copper and carnelian, apples bow the branches, and winter’s wood is stacked.

    The Reaper’s Moon is a time of harvest, ripening roots, and gardens of green bolting with seeds. It’s the promise of neighbors and picnics, percussion and strings, the close of summer visible in calloused hands and sun-browned shoulders, wool evenings and fresh baked pie.”

    I felt like I was there. Thank you, Diana, for sharing.

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  26. There r no words I can describe just awesome and what names. Loved the relationship and so beautifully u have written 👌

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  27. Heartafire says:

    This is enthralling D. I love your words so much…”a time of harvest, ripening roots, and gardens of green bolting with seeds. It’s the promise of neighbors and picnics, percussion and strings, the close of summer visible in calloused hands and sun-browned shoulders, wool evenings and fresh baked pie. ”
    You paint the loveliest scenes and most captivating tales! ❤

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  28. Annika Perry says:

    Beautifu excerpt from your book, Diana. Fascinating multi-layered relationship and I feel Neve is the one full of wisdom. I’ll look out for the moon heralding Autumn. A magical season and so far making its presence known in the cooler evenings whilst summer warmth reigns during the days. Warmest wishes

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  29. my valiant soul says:

    This was so beautifully crafted.Loved reading it.

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  30. Great excerpt, Diana! This is one of my favorite times of year, just as autumn is starting, though I could do with fewer weeds racing to set seeds 😉

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  31. confabler says:

    And I learnt a new word. Carnelian
    Thanks

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  32. confabler says:

    Beautiful!
    I was transported to your world

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  33. jlfatgcs says:

    I love how you weave words and imagery together. Lovely!

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  34. The V Pub says:

    Cradog was sown with her seeds. Quite a beautiful contradiction, along with weedy and delicious. Terms usually at odds with one another, they’ve shown that she sees things that are not obvious to many.

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  35. Morgan says:

    Loved reading this Diana, and discovering one of your characters is named Morgen 😉 Nice! lol 🙂 I have a feeling your series is going to end up on my TBRList 😉

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  36. Bernadette says:

    Delightful excerpt. The man was like her garden, full of gifts… beautiful imagery.

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  37. Your words transport me into your world.

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