Weekend Writing Warriors: October 27, 2013
Welcome Warriors, and Snipsuns and anyone else who wanders in. Happy last Sunday in October. Yikes! November is right around the corner! :-)
For all of you taking the NaNoWriMo plunge--I'll be here, cheering for you from the sidelines! "GO WARRIORS!" :-)
Weekend writing Warriors is a weekly bloghop. Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, to go live between noon, Saturday and 9:00 AM Sunday EST. Then we visit each other and read, comment, critique, encourage--all those things that do a solitary writer's heart good.
The Snippet Sunday group can be found HERE
The gilded doorknob rattled for only an instant before the door flew open and a small woman barged in. Deamante narrowed his eyes; there was no mistaking the hatred when he growled,"Crinda, you're not welcome here."
Tossing moon-white hair over her shoulder, she leveled defiant, pale blue eyes at him, then she spat, "Perhaps not welcome, but needed nonetheless." Turning away, she walked to her younger sister's bedside. Rella moaned and Crinda leaned close to her and crooned, "Look at you, my beautiful little Rella, lying here in the sweat and determination of a woman."
Deamante bristled at the sound of her voice.
On the other side of the bed, the healer worked his hands nervously, wringing them over and over again. Sweat beaded above his eyes as they darted from face to face.