The Lightning God's Wife: a short story (4 page)

Silhara huffed.  “Well I’d appreciate a little less
enthusiasm on his part.  The last time he decided to tup the goddess near
Neith, he torched one of my trees.”

Martise chose not to remind her lover that had he not risked
life and limb to force the storm into a path over Neith, he might still have
that tree.

A sharp burst of lightning followed by a boom of thunder
heralded a different, rushing sound.  Rain drenched the grove, gray sheets that
pelted the trees and streamed fountains and waterfalls off the balcony’s ledge.

“Ahh, that’s what I hoped to see.”  Silhara kissed the top
of Martise’s head.  “May your Revida bless us for several hours.”

Martise echoed the sentiment and added, “I’m glad you don’t
have to go out there again.  What you did before was dangerous.”  Not that such
a thing ever stopped him. He’d stolen from a lich too and nearly gotten them
both killed during that escapade.

Silhara turned her to face him, a black shadow in the
tenebrous room.  “Breathing is dangerous, Martise.”  He bent to kiss her, and
she tasted darkness and fire in the intimate caress.  “Come to bed,” he said as
he bent to nuzzle her neck. “We’ll pretend I’m Atagartis and you’re Revida.”

She laughed.  “That sounds terribly sacrilegious.”

“My favorite kind of entertainment.”

*END*
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Grace Draven has been reading romance and fantasy
since she was twelve.  In 2005, she decided to combine them by writing a story
or two of her own.  She considers it one of the best life decisions she ever
made.  THE LIGHTNING GOD’S WIFE is an out-take from her novel-length fantasy
romance MASTER OF CROWS.