Post a single sentence from each WIP you have. No context, no explanations. No more than one sentence! - stolen from
halcyon_shift The Peacekeeper Prowler dodged a green blast from one of the Death Eaters below with the agility of a Seeker avoiding a bludger, then turned and began strafing the roof of the manor from end to end.
"Perhaps some time back in the Prowler wings will give you an opportunity for reflection, wouldn't you agree, Officer Braca?"
Two and a half long cycles, dozens of alien planets, thousands of alien faces, and he could still, occasionally, blink and see a place like this with the eyes of the eight-year-old boy who'd stood in line for five hours to see Star Wars.
She needed to maintain just the right balance between submission and seduction, to keep Darien's madness focussed on her and the less dangerous of his two overwhelming drives.
Hmm...sad thing is, every one of those WIPs has been WIPing for years, and I haven't written a word in months.