First Page Review info first. The wewriwa linky list is once again hosting the "First Page Review" blog hop. It runs from the 1st of October through the 31st. If you missed the deadline to sign the linky list (last night at midnight), we can still add you. We'll need your information to sign you up.
The idea is simple--you post your first page or so--up to a thousand words. It's good promo if you've got something published that you'd like to get readers' eyes on. Or, if you share something unpublished, you get some feedback, and find out if readers would turn the page and continue reading. Sign up here The First Page Review .
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 Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, on their own blog to go live by before 9:00 AM Sunday, EST. 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, the last sentence last week was spoken by him. "“God is a concept best left for another walk, another talk.”
She mumbled through gritted teeth, “I
can hardly wait to not have that conversation.”
He started walking again. When she
turned and trailed behind him, she
wondered if he had summoned her like she was his dog, or if she’d automatically
done it—for lack of anywhere else to go.
They passed through an area that was in
stark contrast to the Sand’s quarters and the slaves’ holding cells. Instead of
confined spaces, open rooms stood at opposite corners where long hallways
intersected. A man who’d been at a table looking at an illuminated screen stood
and hurried toward them. He bowed his head, and his eyes remained downcast when
he said, “You honor us with your presence, Lord Sand. Thank you for coming so
soon.”
What works and what doesn't? I'm
grateful for every bit of feedback you share.
