WeWriWa: EU66

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     This snippet is from Emmily, Unbound, an SFR story. Emmily is having an argument with Adren about General.  

Last week's snippet ended with: " He's quiet and his expression is thoughtful. “He is a good man. He has accepted you.”

     “Accepted me? Me?”

The Snippet:  

Adren blows off my query into just what General’s acceptance means. He’s already moved onto the next thing. “If you met his brother, you would thank the Mother of Stars it is Genrael here with you and not Zoden.”

“Zoden? How is he different from General?”

Adren rolls his eyes. “He is cruel, for starters.”

“And you don’t think General has a cruel streak?”

“No! Why do you suggest such a thing!”

Read further to finish the scene.

“Call it a hunch. I know for a fact I’ve seen a streak that, okay, maybe it wasn't cruel yet, but it sure wasn't nice. And before you say anything, he’s used it on me.”

“When? There was never a time that General was…”

Here it comes, the head cocking to the side. 

“Never a time when he was harsh with you that he did not have a valid reason.”

“Adren, we should agree to disagree.”

“No. I cannot accept that you believe he is cruel. Harsh, strict, yes, but by necessity.”

Wow. They've brainwashed this kid. He worships that man. I hate to disappoint him, but my opinion isn’t going to change. Ever. I say, “Hey, maybe we can talk about this again sometime.” 

He’s quiet, sulking perhaps? Oh well, it’s a big lesson, and I’m surprised he hasn’t already learned it. You can never force someone to agree with an opinion. Like respect, people must come to it on their own. 

 That's it for this week. Thank you so much for visiting and for reading. :-)

WeWriWa: EU40

 

                                                                Happy August!
     Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors. Happy August! Thank you to everyone who left a comment last week. 
     I'm reposting the bit about the relaxed rules in case I've missed anyone:
     In short, the WeWriWa rules have been relaxed. The goal is to maintain ease of finding the weekly snippet, but allowing more promo for published books.  You can check them out here: http://wewriwa.blogspot.com/p/the-rules-of-wewriwa.html
      We love our core group, the close-knit community that has evolved here at WeWriWa, the ease and joy of our weekly 'gathering,' but we also recognize that the time authors spend sharing and commenting has to make marketing sense, too. Time is precious.  This change would also eliminate the need for the "wonky punctuation to stay within guidelines" disclaimer.   

      If you'd like to participate or read tempting morsels from other authors, please sign up--or check the linky list at: http://wewriwa.blogspot.com/
      Also, check out the Snippet Sunday group on facebook. 
     This snippet is from Emmily, Unbound, an SFR story.  To read a compilation of all snippets posted for this story, click Here: Emmily Unbound, Chapter 1  Emmily, the main character, has lost pretty much everything in the last twelve months: her marriage, her parents, her job, and her house. She and her dog, Murphy, have moved to the mountains of Pennsylvania into an old, remote, hunting camp her parents willed to her. It's her first full day here and after a trip to town to get supplies, she's in the midst of being carjacked--or kidnapped or taken hostage--out in the boonies. One of her kidnappers demanded--help at gunpoint. They've carried a body out of the woods--she thought was a dead body. It ended with: I lean in to close the back of the SUV, and see his eyes as they fly open, wild, startled, with elongated pupils.

     Oh. My. Gawd. Animal eyes.

        Now, the  snippet:

     He looks around, then his gaze settles on me. A wave of ice crawls through me, starting at my feet and working north. His expression is no longer pain, and, surprisingly, it isn’t fear. I’d be scared breathless if I were him. But no. This guy is full of anger, perhaps even hatred. His eyes narrow. His lips go from a thin line to a sneer, and he growls out words I don’t understand. I stumble back, away from the immediate threat. 

     Incapacitated or not, I bet he could jump right out of that blanket and make me sorrier than I already am they chose me to hold at gunpoint.

        That's the snippet. A few more lines if you're interested. :-)

     
     

     As much as Kade claims I have no choice, no, nope. This is not happening. The injured man seems every bit as steeled to keep me away as I am to stay away from him. Judging by the looks he’s giving me.

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