I never got into the throne room itself. I’m not sure if it was Sheryl’s preference or something out of the ancient prophecy that made the priests twitchy around me. This time we met in a small room with a scarred and burnt wooden throne at one end and an even more damaged wooden table pushed up against the far wall. The walls were bare ( Read more... )

“So are you here to gloat or suck up?”

I stopped at the door to the pale green hospital room and stared. The old man leaning on a mountain of pillows, in a nest of pale green sheets, was glaring at me with the same eyes I’d seen on a ship’s holodisplay not a week ago. Maybe with even more glare in person.

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Brett gave a little mew from the doorway, where he was rooted in place.

“Adult voice,” I chided, just like Father always did to the younger ones. He was too old for that, but he nodded blankly, staring. I felt silly saying it, given that he was a giant with stunning dark good looks. His biological father may not have ( Read more... )

            “Is that necessary?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“I’m looking.”

Pamela started to say something else, then turned and glared at me. She always tried to get me to take her side. I met her gaze with a challenging look. She backed down and stormed off the bridge, making sure to slam the door as she ( Read more... )

            The bikers to either side of me glared as the guy with the pink parasol blew me a kiss and crossed the plank floor toward my table. I was in the shadows, although there weren’t many in the afternoon glare, but that didn’t stop his progress.Or hide my red face from the angry looking patrons.

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This isn't really a teaser from a specific WIP. I'm actually just typing it straight into LJ since I have the urge to write/share and nothing else going on.

( beneath the arches )

Meta.

Unproofed, unrevised, unread, etc.

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Mr. Brown was late, which wasn’t entirely unexpected. He’s easily distracted. Next to him, the redheaded consigliore Fitz looked equal parts scared and nauseated, which wasn’t entirely surprising either. The boss had declared war a day before and here he was, wandering the streets without a guard.

Wade moved as he saw them get out of ( Read more... )

“Here’s someplace else you won’t remember,” he said, as we passed a few thick pine trees, smelling like fall in my head. “No one ever comes here but me.”

On the other side were graves. The stones were uniform, all small grey pyramids with one shiny face. A few squirrels ran as we entered, but otherwise it was quiet.

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