November Snippets

Monday, December 01, 2014

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It's December (didn't see that coming, did you?) and among other things, NaNoWriMo is over. It was a full month of writing, I got a lot done, and that means a good, full snippets post for you all. (If you're interested in seeing my stats or reading an extra snippet of Psithurism, you can check out my NaNoWriMo page here.) And for the rest of you, enjoy!

The Snippets:


“Many long days I spent indoors, for I was a woman and I could not work. His work was in the practice of law, and he brought home to me the papers he worked on, and through them taught me the necessary skill. It has been many years since I have studied the written word; still, I believe I could decipher passably now.”
Adair listened to her silence for a while, and she soon realized he expected her to continue, though she did not like what followed.
“His life was taken from me in the warm breath of summer, and for many days I was cold with it and could not find peace.”

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“You are a philosopher, sir,” She turned back to give him a smile, and found him staring at her, dark brows quirked like he was figuring a riddle, and she the subject. 

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The day was in full-colored array when she next opened her eyes, the swift clamoring of bird-feathers departing from the open window and into the sky’s blue ice. She scrambled to the doorway, child still in the crook of her arms, and gazed in raw astonishment at the day’s glory, distant hills gold and tawny in the mid-morning sunshine, the sky void of a single cloud, as though the wind had swept them all away; a rich green scent filled the air, and it was sharp as pine and rich as evergreen. The ground crunched underfoot with a late frost – though perhaps it was not late for the south – and the trees clung evermore to their red-and-doeskin leaves. 

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The sea in his pupils grew stormy and grayish, and she found herself praying, to whom she did not know, for his patience with her. If there is a god of this earth, which she did not doubt, yet did not understand, let him see that I am in need

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He did not know what the proper way to do this was, but he brought her shoulders close to his own, wrapping his cloak around them both. Her cool, smooth skin tingled against his, but it felt just right that she should be there, under the hollow of his shoulder-bone, keeping him strong as he kept her warm. There was a partnership between them that a truce could no better sustain.

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In later months, he would have described it as horse-like, legs long and slender, whiter than milk, a full body of muscle, and gently flickering tail of alabaster. The rest he could not put into words, for it was the wildest of all. His shoulders were flanked by great, furling wings that seemed to reach to heaven and back in one undulation, rippling with feathers and barely perceptible flecks of gold. From every inch of his body, where fur should have grown, light grew instead, reaching out far into the forest’s dark until Adair forgot entirely where he was. 

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“You wake me an hour earlier than necessary. You batter your way into my threshold, and collapse onto my floor like a man on the run, and you refuse to answer me when I question this act. What’s your fear, Edeson? Do not tell me you haven’t one – it is as purple in you as your own dark cloak. I could have heard your heartbeat from my cot if I wished’t.”

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The sky was all but black now, and it was in her head that she had seen the place before, experienced the storm she could feel approaching. The clouds were as ink, spilled from a giant well, but the earth was still dry, branching into cracks and shatters that crisscrossed a strange pattern all around her feet. A bird-shriek of lightening sliced down and suddenly her memory returned to her and she knew where she stood. The ground was hot with the day’s sun. A fiercely cold wind whipped her tattered skirt around her legs, and she shivered. 

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“You are a queer girl, Ara.”
“I am sorry.” There was nothing else to be said.
“It is not that I am upset at you.”
“No? Are you not always?”
She felt him chuckle then, and shifted her closer to him. She wanted to refuse, but it was impossible; his skin was warm through his clothes, and it seeped into her own skin and weakened her.

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     “Come,” Tarquin said firmly. The boy did not move. “Come,” he repeated, very cautious by still very firm.
Adair’s head at last turned, at last he blinked, at last his face showed some faint sign of recognition. His eyes burned like the hottest flames, bright and blue and flickering.
He said nothing, only stared straight through Tarquin’s face, his eyes, his mask. And his stare said more words in better ways than his tongue could have till for the first time, Tarquin felt a sort of crashing within him, like a great wave, and it hurt; he ground his jaw. 
Adair broke into a run down the stairs, his hair flapping as he went – a shadow, dancing – and faded into the darkness below.

6 comments

  1. these snippets are so beautiful. the description is just..wow.
    xxRiley

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    1. Your comment made my day. Thank you, friend!

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  2. These are incredible. You're making me want to skim through this plotting-and-researching stage and spring right to writing. ^.^ Also, I want to read Psithurism.

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    1. You'll have to remind me what you're plotting because I can't remember, but yes: even as I'm writing Psithurism I'm picking up ideas for Gumusservi and want to write her too. (One. Book. At. A. Time.) You'll get there though - and then I can come delve into your snippets. <3

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  3. The snippets made me want to read more. Much, much more. I am always sad and happy when that happens. Happy because it means a good story lurks in a document. Sad because it isn't in book form yet and in my hands.

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    1. It's always lovely to know my writing makes people want to read more; I feel like then I've made a connection with you, as the reader.

      It will eventually be in hands; until then, I hope I continue to grip you. XD

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