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A collection of snippets of the books I write and, occasionally, my life and the things that inspire my writing...

Sunday, February 25, 2018

Weekend Writing Warriors February 25, 2018








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 Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, on their own blog to go live by before 9:00 AM Sunday, EST. 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". 
Lily, abducted from Earth by alien slavers, is following Theusand. He's not a slaver--and he saved Lily, sort of.  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, and have arrived at what she thinks might be the helm of the ship she's on. 
She thought she'd gotten away from the slavers...
The excerpt:

"Her voice went silent and that had nothing to do with Theusand. In front of her, a Bulrager stood with his back to them. There was no mistaking the wasp waist and the blue-black armor, not the browns and beiges of low-status, alien kidnappers. Her legs started to tremble.
Theusand’s words whispered in her mind, or to her ears; she was oblivious to where they fell. He coaxed, “Lily, do you not yet know I have sufficient power to stop any ill dealings he might attempt?”
The Bulrager turned. Dev Areen.
             He stood tall, threw back his shoulders and stuck out his chest, striking his terrifyingly familiar pose.  The rooster." 

That's it. All opinions greatly appreciated. :-) Thank you so much for visiting and for reading!

Sunday, February 4, 2018

Weekend Writing Warriors February 4, 2018



Hello fellow Warriors (and Snippeteers) Happy February.  :-)  ! 



  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 Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, on their own blog to go live by before 9:00 AM Sunday, EST.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.  
               
  This week's snippet is from a scifi short story working title: "Sporulators".  Captain Eastwold--the pilot who flew Lars on this recon trip speaks first. The agronomist, Lars, who is the fare, speaks second.  Some character building going on right now early in the story.


Here we go...

"But since you and your parent employer, DESA,  stuck the poster child of agricultural projects out in this lonely corner of the stars, it might be a good time to remind you that space has pretty much incalculable risks.”
Lars smiled at him—a stiff, professional smile. “Incalculable? Really, Eastwold? The best. We sent the very best. The best equipment, the best supplies, the best people.  People with microscopes and analytical labs set up on each square kilometer of ground.  DESA didn’t treat this like voodoo or magic. It was science that went to Greenleyone--science wielded by intelligent men.”
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  What works and what doesn't? I'm grateful for every bit of feedback you share.