Welcome Warriors, and Snipsuns, and anyone else who wanders in.
The week of sweethearts. I was going to shift to another part of the book so I could quote from a sweet scene, but was afraid I might disappoint you guys. So from last week.
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 Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, to go live between noon, Saturday and 9:00 AM Sunday EST.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.
"Rella shook her head while she said, “He won’t hurt me, Crinda. He loves me, but the baby isn’t safe.”
She didn't know how to get through to her sister. The cold bastard wasn't going to limit his execution to just the child; he was going to kill Rella too. There were precious few moments to make an escape. Still, she had to try to make Rella understand a grave truth of life; when people kill for the sake of love, sometimes it's the very person they love who ends up dead. With only inches separating their faces, Crinda insisted, “He will do more than hurt you, Rella. You have to leave now.”
That's it. What jumps out at you, good or bad, I'd love to hear. And I'm truly grateful for every bit of criticism; I do learn from it. Have a great week, everyone, and if you are in colder climes, stay warm. :-)