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Sunday Snippet, August 2, 2020

Switching gears to my Camp NaNoWriMo project.  Song and Sight is a sequel to Song and Sword (but true to form, I think there’s another book that has to come between the two of them. Someday I’ll write a series in order, but today is not that day.)

This is from the preface and is picking up from last week:

“And another thing,” Evisha went on, “I’d take all of their females and lock them away and start my own breeding program.”

Nisham nodded mindlessly. He’d heard all of this before too.

“And that traitor Sutag. I’d find a special torture for him. He has a daughter. Maybe I’d make her a breeder and make him watch.”

Another shiver ran through Nisham but Evisha didn’t notice, too caught up in her hatred to pay attention.

Not that she ever paid attention to him.

Nisham had been born in the breeder pens. He was supposed to be a half-breed, one of the half trolls that Zheh’athi used as shock troops, but he had been sired by one of the Drow slavers and had been born prematurely: weak and sickly he had been discarded, thrown out to die.  

Evisha had found him, and for reasons known only to herself, had taken him in and raised him, keeping him hidden from the guards that would have killed him as not being worth keeping or selling. Part of him was grateful, but he wished he knew why she had done it. She did nothing out of kindness, nothing without some sort of ulterior motive, nothing without some sort of gain for herself.

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 8-1-2020

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Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, bloggers, and readers to gather once a week and share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).   Check out all the other awesome snippets by clicking on the picture above.

Still posting from that “Steampunk Thing.” The first draft isn’t done yet and I’m hoping that this will keep me motivated to keep at it.

“I got the impression that Anne* didn’t exactly approve,” I said cautiously and James laughed.

“Anne has her own definition of “lady” and Miss Victoria doesn’t fit it at all.” He sobered. “She came to us from Miss Victoria’s mother’s family, as neither her father nor grandfather saw the need for a governess or a lady’s maid. Her mother’s side, however, wanted to try to ‘make a proper lady of her’ which is odd considering they don’t want to have anything to do with her.”

“That’s sad,” I murmured. “Family should be there for each other.”

“No argument there,” he agreed. “But what should be and what is aren’t always one and the same.”

 

*Anne is the maid we met several installments back.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, July 26, 2020

Switching gears to my Camp NaNoWriMo project.  Song and Sight is a sequel to Song and Sword (but true to form, I think there’s another book that has to come between the two of them. Someday I’ll write a series in order, but today is not that day.)

This is from the preface and is picking up from last week:

Evisha hated the Drow more than most in the pens. He wondered if that was because she was here instead of being a slave on one of the estates. He studied her as she ranted, turning that idea over in his mind. Physically she was beautiful, long dark hair dark eyes, a slender curvy figure. But her hair was tangled and matted and her eyes were cold and hard and filled with hatred and scorn. And her body had been used too much by too many. He frowned. Her body was probably why she had been brought to the breeding pens to begin with. 

Not that the trolls were overly particular as to what their mates looked like. As long as it was female, they would mate with it, and it didn’t matter if it was their own race or another, or if the female was willing or not. But the Drow slavers, they were a little pickier, and the prettier females were reserved for their use, kept from the breeding pens as long as they pleased them.

“And another thing,” Evisha went on, “I’d take all of their females and lock them away and start my own breeding program.”

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 7-25-2020

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Still posting from that “Steampunk Thing.” The first draft isn’t done yet and I’m hoping that this will keep me motivated to keep at it.

I climbed up to the driver’s box with James, Miss Madison having already settled herself into the carriage.

“She’s not one to wait for someone to help her, is she?” I commented.

James laughed. “That she isn’t. She has quite an independent streak, and can be a bit on the stubborn side at times, but she’s a fine lady and there isn’t one person in the household that would say a word against her. Nor listen to one either.”

“I wasn’t…”

“I know you weren’t,” he said, setting my mind at ease. “It’s easy to see that you’re as taken with her as all the rest of us.”

“I got the impression that Anne didn’t exactly approve,” I said cautiously and James laughed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, July 19, 2020

Switching gears to my Camp NaNoWriMo project.  Song and Sight is a sequel to Song and Sword (but true to form, I think there’s another book that has to come between the two of them. Someday I’ll write a series in order, but today is not that day.)

This is from the preface and is picking up from last week:

“I – I said ‘freedom is coming,’” he stammered. 

Evisha frightened him. Yes, she had taken him in and given him a place to stay and enough food to stay alive, but she was cold and harsh, almost cruel even in her kindness. She was a shaman – or would have been if they were free to follow their old ways, but the Drow had outlawed them centuries ago.

“Freedom,” she snorted. “We’ll never be free as long as our so-called king is a pampered pet servant to the Drow.”

Nisham said nothing. He had heard her rant about Sutag many times before, how he was a slave at the Drow castle, how he had opportunity to kill the king and the crown prince, to lead a revolt and free their people. 

“If I was in his place they would all be dead and we would be the ones living in the castle with them serving us.”

Nisham wasn’t certain how the Drow would serve them if they were all dead, but he didn’t think it was wise to point out the flaw in her logic, so he tuned her out, half listening to a rant he knew all too well.

 

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 7-18-2020

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Still posting from that “Steampunk Thing.” The first draft isn’t done yet and I’m hoping that this will keep me motivated to keep at it.

“Something needs to be done,” she said, and even I could identify the stubborn tone of voice and set of her jaw.

“And just what might that something be?” James asked, amusement barely hidden in his voice.

“I haven’t decided yet,” she said, taking a bundle in my coat from me despite my protests. “But something has to be and something will be.”

With that she turned and marched back to the carriage, and placed my coat in the box.

James shrugged and followed in her wake and I followed him, puzzling over this turn of events as we tied my wet things to the back of the carriage with my bag of tools, the people from the neighborhood slowly drifting away in small groups, no doubt talking about the newspaper article.

And no doubt speculating on what the carriage was doing there and what I was doing with the carriage.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, July 12, 2020

Switching gears to my Camp NaNoWriMo project.  Song and Sight is a sequel to Song and Sword (but true to form, I think there’s another book that has to come between the two of them. Someday I’ll write a series in order, but today is not that day.)

This is from the preface.

Nisham shivered and pulled the threadbare blanket more tightly around his thin body – not that it did any good. He was always cold, always hungry. He couldn’t remember a time when he wasn’t.

The cavern was lit by a single candle that did little to dispel the darkness and nothing to dispel the dampness. He stared at it, not really seeing it, his mind wandering as he half dozed, sleep being the only escape he had from the Pens – and from the cold and hunger that were his perpetual companions.

“Freedom,” a voice whispered. “Freedom is coming.”

“Freedom is coming,” he replied and the sound of his own voice startled him into wakefulness.

“What did you say? Speak up, boy.”

This time his shiver had little to do with the cold.

 

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 7-11-2020

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Still posting from that “Steampunk Thing.” The first draft isn’t done yet and I’m hoping that this will keep me motivated to keep at it.

“Is there a problem, Miss Victoria?” James asked as we reached the edge of the crowd.

“Yes, there’s a problem,” she said. “This.” She shook the newspaper she was holding, the very one that had the article in it about the upcoming demise of the neighborhood. “Where are all these people going to go when they tear down their homes and businesses? Did no one think this through when they made the decision to demolish everything?”

I looked at James, not sure what to make of this side of my employer, who, until now, and been calm and relaxed, with a sense of humor and fun lurking just beneath the surface. He gave me a long suffering look which lead me to believe that this was something I’d just have to get used to about her.

Thrusting the paper at one of the men near her she joined the two of us. “Something needs to be done,” she said, and even I could identify the stubborn tone of voice and set of her jaw.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Rainbow Snippet for 7-4-2020

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Still posting from that “Steampunk Thing.” The first draft isn’t done yet and I’m hoping that this will keep me motivated to keep at it.

Miss Madison was waiting for us, surrounded by a small crowd of locals.

The sight made my stomach clench a bit and I felt my muscles tense up; the crowd seemed a bit agitated

I glanced at James, who, being a good deal taller than I am, had a chance to perhaps see above the press of people around our employer. He seemed at ease with the situation and I tried to relax and follow his lead.

As we neared we could hear voices, angry and up in arms, with Miss Victoria’s voice soothing and calm, trying to put their fears – for that’s what I was hearing, I realized – to rest.

“Is there a problem, Miss Victoria?” James asked as we reached the edge of the crowd.

They parted a bit when they noticed us and I could see Miss Madison; she was unharmed but looked angry.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, June 28, 2020

More from the untitled WiP that I’ve been posting from.

This follows from last week’s snippet.

Kendra watched him for a moment; his back was stiff and he was closed in on himself, his revelation seemed to have startled him as much as it did her. That would explain why he knew so much… she frowned, trying to piece together bits of information..

“We go?” Jopie asked, bringing her out of her thoughts. Veren’s statement seemed to have reassured him about going into the city – if Veren had lived in Shack Town and now lived in the city, then he could go there too.

“Yes, let’s go.” She turned and started after Veren, who was waiting for them at the top of the hill.

An overly long blurb:

Magic had reasserted itself. Banished for millennia, it could no longer be contained and erupted, bursting forth with a surge of power that had never been known before, and which, mercifully, has not been repeated since.

Unfortunately, no one believed in magic anymore, so no one knew what to do with it, not even those most directly affected: not those who had mutated overnight into creatures of legend, not those born as something other than human, not those who retained human but found themselves touched in other ways, with special powers and abilities.

Almost no one.

There were a few. A few who had held on to dreams and understandings, who believed in the things that others called fantasy. These few took roles as adepts, as teachers and counselors, leading the way into the new age.

There were some, of course, who rejected the changes. They persecuted the Abominations, as they called them, they drove them out of the cities and into the wilds.

And, gradually, a balance was achieved.

Sort of.

Outside the cities, in the wilds, there arose villages, their inhabitants, human and non, living together in peace and harmony with each other and with the natural world that was feared by the city dwellers.

In the cities, Tech ruled. But magic, or, rather, magic power, was not forgotten, nor entirely abandoned, and Temples grew, their priests (who had no power of their own) seeking Power, seeking to harness it for their own ends.

But also in the cities, magic remained.

Humans were still born with special abilities, special senses. They learned not to talk about them, not to reveal that they were “different” – if they did, they were ostracized, driven out away from the general population. 

Veren was one such human.

Mutants were still born each year, but in smaller numbers than during the Awakening. Some infants were killed by their parents, and some were hidden away for a few years, abandoned when their differences could no longer be hidden. 

Jopie was one such child.

And in the wilds, humans and mutants continued to live in harmony, and to practice magic. But occasionally one would be born with a wild talent, something strong and different than what was normal for their village. They felt isolated, because there was no one to help them understand their gift. Some were driven mad by the visions they saw, others went in search of help when the visions became too much to handle.

Kestra was one such person.

 (Yeah, I know it’s too long. But the book is a long way from being finished so I have lots of time to work on it.)

 

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