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On to this week's wewriwa.
It's time for snips and bits of amazing tales by talented writers! Weekend Writing Warriors is a weekly bloghop. Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, on their own blog to go live by before 9:00 AM Sunday, EST. (We check signups to remove links when we don't find a wewriwa post--to save our participants from clicking on empty links--so please have it live by 9:00 Sunday morning--eastern USA. Then we visit each other and read, comment, critique, encourage--all those things that do a solitary writer's heart good.
Snippet Sunday group from facebook--not us, but many of our participants do both, can be found HERE
This week's snippet is from "The Sands of Dhor". I've skipped ahead a couple of paras. Lily, abducted from Earth by alien slavers, is following Theusand. He's not a slaver. He's Dhor'en; they communicate mind to mind.
They've left the section of the ship where he and his Chays (monks) are quartered. It's the first time she's left that deck since Lord Sand rescued her from the slave fight ring in the belly of the ship. Their conversation has become more of a debate and he always wins--by willing her into silence. in Lily's POV.
As usual, she was so wrong and he was so right--and that was the case whether it was true or not. The idea of perspective seemed to escape this very alien man.
“I do comprehend your human concept of perspective.” His thoughts had actually sounded matter-of-fact.
It's not that she'd forgotten he was almost always in her head; just more and more often she found herself not giving a shit what she thought, or how he felt about it. "So...what? You just never consider it whenever you're stating everything like it's the God's honest truth?"
He stopped walking and leaned down low to look at her. A glint of blue sparkled from beneath his hood. “God is a concept best left for another walk, another talk.”
Talking God with an alien might be a whole new can of worms...
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