As the Cold Draws In....
A cold front is rattling at the windows. I imagine long ice-fingers tapping, tapping away at the concrete-block walls, slipping into crevices, slipping in like daggers....
Of course I also could be being a bit over-dramatic.
Two quick things:
1) On April 3rd of this year I posted about a book I was reading: the first of CS Harris's Sebastian St Cyr Regency-set mysteries. At that point I was not entirely inspired, but I persevered (what with my insane Regency-setting love).
In all, the first three novels didn't much grab me, although I enjoyed them well enough. Part of it, I now realize, is that the love-interest for the first novels was rather too Emo!Angst!Transgression! for me, in manner of early Buffy/Angel or similar. (I found Buffy/Angel boring, too.) However, round about the midpoint of the now six-book series Harris decided to develop another character with love-interest potential. This other character is a blue-stocking polymath, a woman who combines empathy with her father's ruthlessness.
Is it any wonder that I am now much, much more engaged? ;-)
(Note to mystery readers: these are definitely mysteries first, with 'shippy elements round the corners. Just so you don't expect romances as such....)
2) And because it's cold here now, and because I just set the kettle on, a drabble with Guin and Jeffrey:
The kettle howled at its finish, not a whistle, not a scream, but a wolfish, meaningful howl.
Guin, her hands grasping the windowsill, her face against the cold glass, sighed, "Jeffrey."
"Yes, dearest." He didn't stop kissing her neck, just where the hair pulled tight against skin. He loved the restraint of her hair up. More, he loved taking it down.
"Tea, Jeffrey."
"Oh. Yes." But he set his hands over hers instead, tight.
As the howl lengthened, they looked out on the moonless night and thought of old sorcerers' pain instead of love or tea.
..............
A cheerful end of November to you all!
Of course I also could be being a bit over-dramatic.
Two quick things:
1) On April 3rd of this year I posted about a book I was reading: the first of CS Harris's Sebastian St Cyr Regency-set mysteries. At that point I was not entirely inspired, but I persevered (what with my insane Regency-setting love).
In all, the first three novels didn't much grab me, although I enjoyed them well enough. Part of it, I now realize, is that the love-interest for the first novels was rather too Emo!Angst!Transgression! for me, in manner of early Buffy/Angel or similar. (I found Buffy/Angel boring, too.) However, round about the midpoint of the now six-book series Harris decided to develop another character with love-interest potential. This other character is a blue-stocking polymath, a woman who combines empathy with her father's ruthlessness.
Is it any wonder that I am now much, much more engaged? ;-)
(Note to mystery readers: these are definitely mysteries first, with 'shippy elements round the corners. Just so you don't expect romances as such....)
2) And because it's cold here now, and because I just set the kettle on, a drabble with Guin and Jeffrey:
The kettle howled at its finish, not a whistle, not a scream, but a wolfish, meaningful howl.
Guin, her hands grasping the windowsill, her face against the cold glass, sighed, "Jeffrey."
"Yes, dearest." He didn't stop kissing her neck, just where the hair pulled tight against skin. He loved the restraint of her hair up. More, he loved taking it down.
"Tea, Jeffrey."
"Oh. Yes." But he set his hands over hers instead, tight.
As the howl lengthened, they looked out on the moonless night and thought of old sorcerers' pain instead of love or tea.
..............
A cheerful end of November to you all!