Weekend Writing Warriors ~ Without Fear

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Has anyone seen Winter?  It seems to have forgotten to visit the Pacific Northwest this year, or at least my corner of it. And now March is here, everything is in bloom and I’m wondering if I should be happy or worrying about the end of the world. *Sigh*.  But as Jacquelyn Mitchard said in a great talk last night at Wordcrafters in Eugene, no matter what’s going on around us, we’ll always have stories.

For Weekend Writing Warriors this week, I decided I’d be nice and continue on with the scene I’ve been posting from Masters and Mages 2: Blood of Salar.  While escaping the wrath of General Charvat,  leader of the rebel army, M’lan has stumbled across a band of soldiers looting the chapel and attacking a fellow monk. Naturally, he couldn’t stand by and do nothing. Previous snippets are here and here.

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With obvious irritation, Raffe tore his attention away from his victim. His eyes flashed with torrid passion when he spotted M’lan. He stood and strode across the nave.

“Charvat will be happy to see you,” he said, voice husky.

M’lan stared at him without fear. More of the looters grew interested in what was occurring and gathered around.

“And I am glad to see you,” M’lan said.

Raffe’s left eyelid twitched. “Why’s that?”

“Ka’alar hungers for souls.”

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M’lan, headmaster of the order of Ka’alar and Jamil Jarka, king’s assassin, find their impossible love challenged to the utmost as a rebellion sweeps them apart, sending Jamil on a dangerous mission to assassinate the rebel leader, General Charvat. Unknown to anyone, Charvat is on his way to the temple to exploit the headmaster’s magical abilities.

When the rebel army arrives, M’lan is thrust into a struggle against political and sexual dominance as Charvat attempts to break his resistance. Violence and death mount, awakening within M’lan both the powers of destruction and the desire for revenge.

On the trail of his prey, Jamil begins to question his devotion to M’lan as his once innocent lover transforms into a mage and invades the assassin’s thoughts and dreams. The closer Jamil draws to M’lan, the more he puts his life and his very soul at risk. Jamil soon realizes that his lover might prove to be more deadly than the man he was sent to kill.

A final confrontation between assassin and monk might destroy them both, but Jamil is relentless in his determination to rescue M’lan, for he knows that only his love can master the mage.lrc2015runnerup

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This post is part of an ongoing blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. Every Sunday, participating authors post eight to ten sentences from a published work or perhaps 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 use the address: http://www.wewriwa.com

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10 thoughts on “Weekend Writing Warriors ~ Without Fear

  1. Uh-oh, I have a feeling that bad-assery is about to be unleashed.

    I think y’all on the western side of the PNW got off easy this year. My parents on the east side got tons of snow for months on end, though it’s been nice the past few weeks too.

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  2. I think Ms Mitchard is right. 🙂

    Love that last line!! And the twitching eye was a nice touch. I like Jamil–great character. 🙂

    Winter played hide and seek with us this year. Yesterday morning, there was a new inch of snow on the ground. This morning it’s all but gone. We’re supposed to warm up into the 50s and 60s for the next 2 weeks. Guess that’ll bring us to official spring on the calendar. 🙂

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  3. Yikes, what a chilling last line! Love it.

    “Winter”…what is this word of which you speak? We got a little rain this morning, but that was following a couple of weeks where temps were climbing up to 90 degrees.

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  4. This snippet makes me think the monk may be equal to the task of dealing with rapacious soldiers.

    As for winter in the northwest — coincidences, coincidences! I just talked on the phone with my son in Vancouver and he was saying same thing. And our so-called winter here in Arizona has been much what Rose described above (another coincidence): nonexistent.

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  5. Great last line. I have a feeling that wasn’t the response Raffe was expecting or hoping for.

    And you’re welcome to the winter we have leftover on the Atlantic side. I’m ready for summer 🙂

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