I missed my writing sample post on Tuesday
This sample is from a non-fan fiction piece of “exercise” writing. I actually like the piece, but because the world I have created in what would be the “pre-history” of this story would never lead to this place as it is, the best thing I can call it is an Alternate Universe story set in my own story universe. (And I bet you wondered where the “Many Worlds” came from. 😉 ) It’s a long piece, but I think you’ll have as much fun reading it as I had writing it.
Another 3AM transmission. If she’d felt awake enough, Atyr would have hurled something. Instead she rolled over and grunted for the maid to let her sleep. She wasn’t in any mood to deal with Alanii and his problems tonight.
“It is urgent, Milady Sieress.”
“Of course it is,” she mumbled to her pillow.
“There is also a priority message from Hastor Valmara Masorii.”
That drew her from her recluse. ‘Mara was contacting her? That young man hadn’t spoken to her since his sister had died.
She scrambled from her tangle of blankets and threw on a robe against the night chill. “Patch Lord Masorii’s message to here, sersa.” The sting of the cold floor against her feet just made her rush easier.
At the small desk by her window, she flicked the comm switch before she sat down. “‘Mara?”
Her son’s face, so much the hawk-like image of his father’s, came through the small viewer, tense and impatient. At her presence, his expression softened. Worry chased away that small easement.
“Milsha! Thank the Goddess! I was afraid you would not answer, knowing the Andar said he was also calling.”
“You’re not contacting me on his behalf,” she growled. “Are you?”
The young man’s expression was totally Valichii’s, proof that father made son on Acaria. “I wish that you never talked to that man, Mother. Still, in this case, he has honorable intentions.”
“So tell me. My bed awaits.”
Her son’s expression didn’t waver, though once such words would have fueled a rage that could be felt all these light-years away without dissipation. “You must come here.”
She felt her brows rise and scoffed. “Must? So your father and Alanii can both play gallant–“
“Unless you come soon, you’ll have no fear of that–not from Father. He is in his meditation.”
She felt her mouth open, started to protest, then, touching the screen, closed it again. The man in the viewer simply nodded.
She rushed from the room to arrange her transport without even bothering to dress. Continue reading