Mother superior, come catch the rabbit, he runs, my how you've gone, you're frightened of leaving
I have noticed that in years past, I don't update during November, cause of NaNo.
So here's a teaser for you. Scene from my novel.
...which is at 23k right now. *shifty eyes*
“I feel like a Winchester,” Kelly grumbled, as Charlie slowly and carefully lowered her onto the end of his large king sized bed. The mattress springs squealed in protest, and she winced.
“What does that mean?” he asked, looking bewildered.
“Never mind,” Kelly sighed, shaking her head. “You really need to be patched up first.”
“I don’t, believe me.” He said, setting the wolf skin on the table in the room, and retrieving a large first aid kit from the duffle bag tossed beside it. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”
“You’re bleeding everywhere.”
“Still not as bad as it looks,” he promised her, and considered her arm for a moment, then crouched beside her to consider her thigh. “I think your leg is the more immediate concern. So the easiest way to do this if you lie on your stomach on the bed. I’ll fix it up.”
“You’re not gonna like... jump me or something, are you?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder at him as she carefully crawled onto the bed.
“Kele, I’m your brother.” He looked pained at the suggestion.
“Never stopped the Winchesters,” she muttered, and flopped on her stomach, grunting slightly in pain. “Ow.”
So here's a teaser for you. Scene from my novel.
...which is at 23k right now. *shifty eyes*
“I feel like a Winchester,” Kelly grumbled, as Charlie slowly and carefully lowered her onto the end of his large king sized bed. The mattress springs squealed in protest, and she winced.
“What does that mean?” he asked, looking bewildered.
“Never mind,” Kelly sighed, shaking her head. “You really need to be patched up first.”
“I don’t, believe me.” He said, setting the wolf skin on the table in the room, and retrieving a large first aid kit from the duffle bag tossed beside it. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”
“You’re bleeding everywhere.”
“Still not as bad as it looks,” he promised her, and considered her arm for a moment, then crouched beside her to consider her thigh. “I think your leg is the more immediate concern. So the easiest way to do this if you lie on your stomach on the bed. I’ll fix it up.”
“You’re not gonna like... jump me or something, are you?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder at him as she carefully crawled onto the bed.
“Kele, I’m your brother.” He looked pained at the suggestion.
“Never stopped the Winchesters,” she muttered, and flopped on her stomach, grunting slightly in pain. “Ow.”