Harvest Bride

Comes Now the Harvest Bride

Harvest Day. When the good people of Fecund County honor The Caretakers.

Jack Blevins swells with pride that this year, The Caretakers choose his own Emily.

Mother Hind and Father Stag collect the Harvest Bride, as on every Harvest Day.

As the sun nears Memorial Spire, the Sylvias watch and wait.

After all, old ways are best ways in the end.

An excerpt from Harvest Bride:

Jack saw a huge set of antlers bobbing their way through the crowd. Father Stag in all his glory.

“Brother Jack, thank you for coming,” said the Father. “Er, is that what you’ll be wearing for the ceremony?”

“Nawsir, I got my special clothes. Just got to run fetch ’em from my truck. I got time, ain’t I?”

He held out his arm, fitting three fingers between the sun and Memorial Spire. An hour, maybe. He’d have to scoot.

“Make sure to meet me at the Cornucopia Altar as soon as you can,” Father Stag said. “You do recall the ritual, yes? We want no mistakes before the Caretakers. Old ways are best ways, isn’t that so?”