Weekend Writing Warriors #12

Do all writers love the rain? I do.  The constant patter of sloppy drops on the window, the chilly gusts rattling the blossoms off the trees, gives me permission to ignore the weeds, the foot high grass, the  drooping limbs in need of  trim, to hole up with a cup of  tea and write, write, write.  If you’re a writer who loves the rain, nothing beats Oregon in the springtime!  Back to the snippet–at last, the warrior arrives, M’lan’s ultimate challenge.  Here’s a little eye candy to wet your whistle.

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Touch of Salar

Cobwebs clearing from his mind, M’lan hurried to wipe down the soft-padded table in the middle of the room with essential oils and snapped out a fresh cloth to smooth on top of it. Today he was to begin the healing process on a new patient. For the sake of secrecy and discretion, patients were referred to by title. Today’s client, if spoken to, was to be addressed as Major. He was male, twenty-eight passages of age, and had been in the intensive-care ward of the temple for three weeks.

The entry chimes sounded, and M’lan bowed his head, as was custom when nobility entered. The patient wore a black silk robe, head covered with a hood. He moved with an easy grace and a lightness of foot, unlike most of the warriors M’lan worked on, who tended to be heavyset and muscle-bound.

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This post is part of an ongoing blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. Every Sunday, participating authors post eight sentences from their current work in progress. Then we hop to our fellow warriors’ blogs and check out all the fabulous fiction that’s happening! I heartily invite you to participate as a reader, writer, or both. It’s a great way to discover your next favorite book. Click here or copy & paste this address: http://www.wewriwa.com

About Touch of Salar, soon to be released by Loose Id.

Touch of Salar is a high fantasy, m/m erotic romance. In the kingdom of Rakkan, in a culture ruled by gods, mystical orders and magic, a young monk with the ability to channel the healing powers of the god Salar falls in love with a wounded warrior he knows only as The Major. Relations between the classes are forbidden, and things become even more complicated when the monk discovers that the man he is obsessed with is a king’s assassin. If M’lan is found out, he will be put to death, possibly by the Major himself.

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12 thoughts on “Weekend Writing Warriors #12

  1. Good pacing and narration. I got a good impression of him. I like the rain at times, but there hasn’t even been a cloud in the sky where I am for two weeks. Great snippet!

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  2. Graceful and light-footed, huh? Those kind of traits in a soldier means something extra dangerous to me–stealth, speed, and death no one sees coming. He better be careful with this patient!

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  3. So, the moment is here. He’s about the meet the Major.:-) Very fluid writing. Enough details to keep it interesting, but not so much it bogs it down. 🙂 I didn’t post this week. I’m just visiting and reading snippets. Have a good week. 🙂

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  4. Nice! If I could make a tiny suggestion, where you say M’lan wiped down the table AND snapped out a fresh cloth, if you use THEN instead of “and” it might be a bit clearer that he’s doing two separate actions. Just me being nitpicky 🙂

    What I particularly like about this excerpt is that there’s no sexual tension, but knowing the story is a m/m erotic romance, I find it suspenseful waiting for that first spark between them. I like that!

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