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Sunday, March 20, 2022

WeWriWa: ATNS10

 

 

Welcome to a weekly post of Weekend Writing Warriors. If you'd like to check it out or give it a try, click here to go to wewriwa.blogspot.com

I'm working on edits for Emmily, Unbound--the book I've been sharing excerpts from for a long time. While I'm doing that, I'm going to share snippets from a WIP entitled Across the Night Sky. 

This is an Alien Abduction Romance.

Kuylerh, the 'young king' of an Empire called Rialt on the other side of the galaxy, is supposed to be finding a mate, a woman to be his queen. (he's been at it for almost a year.) Instead, he's been hunting with his guards, drinking, and chasing wild women.  

He's waiting for the prey (abzions--a vicious, local animal)to approach. Meanwhile he's musing on how unfair his task (finding a mate) is. He's a bit of a 30 year old brat--and he has a streak of arrogance. He does have a good side. I swear. You'll see a bit of that soon.

Last week ended with: Pressed back out of view again, he couldn’t stop his thoughts from roaming. All his life, his decisiveness had been a strong suit. Yet this task before him made him vacillate between controlled fury and near-despair.

This week's snippet:

Finding his queen... 

Camouflaged as a choice, in reality, it was little more than fulfilling an obligation--taking a mate to bear his children. 

That was countered by a painful desire that hurt every bit of him when he allowed it to surface. Love.  He longed for real, natural, and spontaneous love. He didn’t just long for it; he deserved it. He was heir to the throne, after all.

His thoughts went to Abraxum, to the old guard's displeasure with how long they’d been searching. Kuylerh was sure Abraxum was reacting to  the pressure of Daekartha’s anger-fueled demands. Even from far across the night sky, the high King had a way of imposing his will on anyone.

To a flaming eternity with choosing for the sake of duty.

A little more if you're interested:

He’d happily give up the whole heir-to-the-throne thing. Maybe he’d be a professional hunter… and a professional drinker. And, considering his talents, he should add being a professional womanizer, too.  Probably something he shouldn't be proud of, but he’d be good at it.

That's it for this week. Thank you for sharing comments---especially when you catch something that isn't quite right. Thanks for visiting! :-)

 

Saturday, September 2, 2017

Weekend Writing Warriors Sept. 3, 2017

     Happy September, all!

            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 is stuck on Earth's college level health class. The first sentence this week is spoken by Theusand:  


“Of course I do not, but perhaps you needed to hear yourself say it. When your angry words fly, your mind loses any sense of logic it may have had.  Let me begin again. I have studied your Health 101 memories.”
“For Christ’s sake, you’ve driven that point home quite well. I know you know all about our freshman health class.”
He nodded at her. His words were full of that oh-so-infuriating calm when he said, “I do, indeed.  Do you recall learning about stasis?”
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