I’ve been having trouble deciding what to post for snippets this month. I don’t want to do ones from my NaNoWriMo project because I’m already snipping from it for Rainbow Snippets. So, I started poking around my files looking at WiPs and starts and whatnots and decided to post a start from a different project each week. Most of these won’t have much more (if any) other than what is posted, but it’s kind of fun to drag stuff out and dust off the cobwebs and take a fresh look at it.
This snippet is from a story which is annoying me. Not the story itself, but the knowledge that I have a whole lot more of it written. Somewhere. Maybe someday I’ll learn to name my files better.
Kestra crouched on the hill looking down into the city. It had been years since she had been inside its walls and she was in no hurry to go back, yet the pull, the Call, was unmistakable and unrelenting. And she had accepted it, and must go where it led her.
With a sigh she rose and adjusted her leather backpack, then made her way down the hill into the deepening shadows of the valley.
The hill top was still touched with sunlight as she reached the gates of the city, bracing herself against the onslaught of noise and garish lights and the scents of garbage and too many people. She felt her shields go up as the press of so many minds and souls battered at her and she gripped her staff more tightly, drawing a deep breath and struggling to stay centered.
Novel Notes 