It’s a bloghop!
Good morning, and welcome to my third Weekend Writing Warriors installment.
The rules are simple enough:
- Add your name and genre(s) to the most recent post on the WeWriWa site
- Post a link to the WeWriWa site on your blog/Sunday post
- Keep your excerpt 10 sentences or less (8-10, no more!)
- Visit other WeWriWa authors and experience their work
(There’s a complete set on the WeWriWa page for anyone interested in joining, as well as links to pages of all the authors involved. Check it out.)
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Today, I give you nine sentences from Courting the Swan Song, my main WIP for the next month.
Alanii blinked. “You spar for your Nooning devotions? But the raising of blades—”
“That’s Isana for you,” Val grunted. “We eat our Nooning feasts with our knives alone. Knives serve the Hearth Maid after all, and She wields them in the service of her faithful.” Then Val smiled wryly. “Or so the old wives try to tell us when we’re little enough to not know better. Only a soldier would pray to a goddess with chimney soot and blade scars along Her weathered body.”
Nothing like two friends debating religion, is there? 🙂
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this piece. Coming up for WIPpet Wednesday, we will return to the Was Long Variation, so I may outline changes and scenes I need to work on during JuNoWriMo for CTSS.
Well come to my second foray into the Weekend Writing Warriors blog hop. Last week I stepped into the pool and found the water was wonderful.
The rules are pretty simple. You can find a complete set here, but basically you first sign up on the main WeWriWa page . Then on your Sunday post, first link to the bloghop, then post your excerpt (8-10 sentences, no more).
For this week’s offering, I’ve chosen ten sentences for you.
Alanii had asked why, though the Guardsman had put him off. It hadn’t seemed to matter that he’d eventually gotten annoyed enough to demand the man stop and stand still and tell him what he’d meant. Indeed the commander had bowed low and deep, nearly deep enough he’d have wondered if the man would kiss his boots as he’d seen some house guards do, particularly in the Harnii estate. He’d been more than a little disappointed at the man’s sudden obeisance given that he had little respect for toadying from anyone.
Priests were the ultimate toadies, in his opinion, praising everyone with sly insults and scolds. At least Lanilis Kailiis did little more than bow and apologize for being unable to comply. The man even agreed when Alanii bitterly snapped in frustration that he should have the commander strung up by his own men and flogged for his disobedience.
Then the man had chilled his bones saying, “And this is what I mean, my lord. You can have that done; it’s both your right and your obligation to punish me for insubordination to the crown, and it does not matter that I am innocent as well as guilty, honoring my oath to your father in defiance of my duty to you.
This excerpt comes from the first chapter of my present WIP (Work In Progress) Courting the Swan Song, book one of the Swan Song Series. I hope you enjoyed it. If you would like to read other snippets of this work, you may want to check out my mid-week offerings for the WIPpet Wednesday bloghop. As June (and the JuNoWriMo) approaches, I will be dedicating my writing efforts to getting CTSS into a state for beta readers by August.
Thank you for your visit. And thanks in advance for any comment-love you offer. I love to hear from you. ♥