TITLE: The White Phoenix
GENRE: YA Fantasy
Silas Wolfe was used to women staring at him. He did, after all, have a reputation as the town skirt-chaser.
But he didn't think that was any excuse for a woman who was blind.
He stared back. He never stared back, but how could he possibly help himself?
Her eyes white and gleaming, she stood frozen mere feet away from him, whereas the market was very much alive around them. He heard the shouts of gold-toothed merchants as they beckoned customers to their stalls, the laughter of the children winding down the crowded avenues, and the festive music that tied it all together. The air was warm with the scent of freshly-baked bread, an aroma rivaled only by that of the tavern nearby. Patterned cloths and the finest of furs dangled from the awnings, while more practical wares like fruits and herbs lined the streets in woven baskets.
Silas ducked his head and swiftly moved to the next stall, embarrassed to have been openly gawking at her like that. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling of her colorless eyes upon him.
He snuck a peek at her again
She was still staring.
His skin chilled all too suddenly. She couldn't be blind. The sun had caught her eyes at an odd angle. That was all.
The countless scars across her eyelids told him it was just wishful thinking on his part.