Time for another Weekend Writing Warriors snippet. Every Sunday, I join a bunch of writers through a blog hop and post an 8-sentence snippet of my current project. You can click on the link to see what everyone else is up to.
This is the beginning of a lovely two-for-one reading! Travis is done for the semester and is joining me this weekend as an official warrior of the weekend. We’re going to start of with his snippet first—coming from The Ancients Stirred.
TRAVIS: For this week comes a snippet for some time later in the story than last week’s, where our protagonists have received a package letting them know there is, or was, someone else wrapped up in this conspiracy. Someone who was on their side. It was fun to write, but I imagine next week I’ll share dialogue instead, which I think is more fun to read.
Inside, nestled on a pile of crumpled paper was a long, twisted tube of stone covered in countless tiny lumps, bulbs and holes. Picking it up, Rebekkah looked at one end, then the other. They were the same composition of pure, clear glass ringing a hole about an inch wide that vanished in the curves of the rock and reemerged at the other end. The outer edges shifted from clouded gray, to opaque white, with a thin layer of the ugly brown that covered the entire exterior. It was petrified lightning, a fulgurite. Underneath it lay a note.
I’m sending this little souvenir with a small degree more luxury than the other message I composed for you. Hopefully… you will have no need to read that one.
WHITNEY: Today I was working on a part of the novel where Ilsi and her childhood friend, Tyk are reunited after a year or so of separation. What would you do if you think you had the hots for your best friend? If you’re like me, you’d marry them. 🙂
There were a lot of things she wanted to say: I missed you—maybe even more than my father. And you’ve changed, but I like the changes. I don’t know what I’m feeling right now, but we can’t care for each other out here in this world. I just hope you’re not sticking around because I’m your safest route home . . .
“Why are you so quiet?” Tyk asked. “Did I say something wrong?”
“I missed you,” Ilsi said suddenly, turning to face him. “That, and I was thinking about how wonderful it’d be to stop talking and start hunting.”
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