I’d like to thank historical novelist Jessica Knauss for sponsoring “The Historical Fiction Blog Hop” where writers post a 10 sentence excerpt from a book they are working on.
It is my pleasure to share from my current work-in-progress, Cut From The Earth, a story of eighteenth-century Portuguese tile and of love — defying gender and class — of destruction — and the wisdom of nature and the power of love to guide and heal.
It is November 1, 1755, All Saints Day in Lisbon, Portugal – most of the city’s populace is at church or getting ready to go, when “The Great Lisbon Earthquake” strikes with mayhem to follow…
“A jolt shot through Piloto’s body, ejecting the tile from his hand. It shattered. He dropped the iron-tongs. They clattered to the floor. Barrels of chalky glazes shook, their thick soups boiling over their rims, mixing paddles churning. The viscous substances ebbed and flowed: manganese-browns, copper-greens, cobalt-blues, iron-oxide oranges, creating an amalgam of colors on the ground.
Rolling pins fell off counters, and ricocheted end on end before congregating in a pile, next to the vats. Dried goat balls the size of peaches vaulted to the floor, paint squirting out their nozzle ends. Buckets of paintbrushes careened, the brushes scattering like plucked feathers. Work pedestals spun. Small glass jars of pigments vibrated across tabletops; others wobbled off, exploding. Water spilled from barrel containers, housing gooey slip used to join clay pieces, and formed puddles on the floor’s low spots…”