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A Fighter Knows

MjAxNC04ZjBlYTU5ZmNiZjdiZjY4Oh, here we are, yet again, a WIPPet Wednesday…  wow!  How did that sneak up on me so fast?

I was planning originally to return to Courting the Swan’s Song for these posts, but well… after fighting with several transition scenes in CTSS that I had set a goal to finish by August (not gonna happen, nope, no way), I just want to spend sometime doing something fun. And playing in the sandbox is pretty darned fun, IM(not-so)HO. So here is yet another piece from my Was Long Variation fanfiction.

For the maths, I have 7 for the month of July; I’m subtracting the 2 twos from the day. Then I am multiplying the remainder by 2 and then 0, getting an answer of zero. And then I figured since a zero word entry would make crappy reading, that I should use the 1 and 5 of 15 to make six.

Six small paragraphs from the Was Long Variation:

She nodded. Her reserve grew as she took his hand in hers. She ran a fingertip over one of his healed wounds. A sting of fresh injury lashed through him where she touched. “A fighter knows another fighter. Even Silav, with his trainer’s grace and pampered beds of silk and feather, had spent years dancing with knives.”

She removed her hand, but a fire coursed through him until the line where her fingertips had touched felt etched in his very bones. “Silav?” he asked, needing to redirect his attention from her touch.

She opened her mouth then stopped herself. A tear formed at the edge of one eye. “Nothing. He doesn’t matter now.”

Someone she loved? She clearly remembered this Silav with more than simple fondness. He wondered if it was a reflection of her shadow-self, but there was no darkness in her gaze. “If you need to talk…”

“No.” She straightened and eased back. “I would just like it if you would spar with me. I haven’t had a real opponent in a long time, not since Alanii Vestimiir and I last crossed blades. He beat me actually–the only person I can remember doing so—though maybe your kinship to him will give you an edge.”

For some reason he knew he couldn’t explain, his grandfather’s name struck him akin to salt ground in the fiery wounds he’d just imagined. The pain, while insubstantial, was indistinguishable from reality. “If I beat you, it has nothing to do with that man.” He echoed her withdrawal and shrugged. “I’m up for your challenge. When?”

For those who are curious, this scene comes just a few short paragraphs after a scene called The Arc of His Own I posted for the Weekend Writing Warriors bloghop in June. It’s a short piece (for the WeWriWa, snippets can’t be any longer than 10 sentences, preferably closer to eight), but a lot of people seemed to enjoy it.

And if you like this sort of thing, why don’t you head over to the WIPpet linky and visit some our other awesome members. You can join us while we shower KLSchwengel with praise and chocolate for hosting this bloghop and putting up with all our silliness. 😀

A History of War

This was actually last week’s WeWriWa post, but since I forgot to add the link to the linky… I’m reposting, mostly because I’m running behind on a lot of online stuff due to the holidays and teaching paperwork. 😦

Thanks for your patience. Hope you all had a great couple of weeks.

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It’s a bloghop!

Good morning, and welcome to my ninth installment for the Weekend Writing Warriors. The rules are fairly simple:

  • 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

(Find a complete set on the WeWriWa page as well as links to pages of all the authors involved. Check it out.)


Today, despite plans to move on to other works, I once again offer an except from my JatWW fanfiction, the Was Long Variation, nine sentences for the ninth post, now from the palace armory:

“She said they had a history of war,” his friend muttered. The man paused to analyze a particularly vicious-looking set of swords with hook-like serrations along the upper side of the curved blades. His expression suggested an uneasy familiarity with the weapons.

“What?”

Herc glanced at Nytramli who was at the moment surveying a rack of swords with a critical eye. He turned back to Jayce and shrugged. “It’s hard to see these people and see warriors. I should know better since we’ve done our best to turn Flora into one, but it doesn’t mean it seems real. Or right.”

Thank you for visit and reading.  If you would like more excerpts of my work please come back for WIPpet Wednesday.  I’m hoping to return to Courting the Swan Song for posts, but..  if you enjoyed your foray with me into my world of fanfiction, I could be persuaded to stay here a bit longer.

Your vote counts, folks.  I love spending time with my characters in whatever story I am writing.

So Deliberate

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It’s a bloghop!

Good morning, and welcome to my eighth installment for the Weekend Writing Warriors bloghop. Want to join in? Here are the rules:

  • 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

(Find a complete set on the WeWriWa page as well as links to pages of all the authors involved. Check it out.)


Today’s excerpt from the Was Long Variation is slightly NSFW…  perhaps a PG13 rating.  As I intend to return to Courting the Swan Song in the next week for my WeWriWa posts, I figured it wouldn’t hurt to end on a bit of a bang.  😀

Salty, sweet, tender… He kissed her tears; he murmured assurances he didn’t believe. He needed to hear them. Her heart pounded so–he felt her blood move beneath her skin. Or perhaps it was his. He and She merged, writhed, as they drew together into a nest of sheets torn from the bed. Her fingertips lingered in their journey along his neck and shoulders; his danced through the laces of her bedgown. Her breath was hot, her voice gruff and harsh. He felt her quiver where they touched, knew before he made a move whether it would please her, knew what pressure to use, when to let go… And so strong, so deliberate were her own caresses, he knew she sensed the same from him.

Thank you for reading; I hope you enjoyed this snippet from the Was Long Variation for a time.  Coming up for WIPpet Wednesday, please enjoy an excerpt sample from Courting the Swan Song.

Has anyone else participated in either the JuNoWriMo and/or Ready. Set WRITE! challenges?  How did you month go?  Are you racing to the finish line for the JuNo?  Have you met your goals for Ready. Set WRITE! consistently?