Weekend Writing Warriors ~ Forest Concert

Hello and welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop where writers from a wide variety of genres share from their work in excerpts of ten sentences or less.  I’m sharing from my current project, a reimagined fairy tale inspired by the story of Snow White.

In this chapter, after reluctantly being forced to participate in the royal hunt, Prince Gabriel finds himself alone with the huntsman, Gavin Falkner, tracking a stag. Not only does Gabriel not want to kill an animal, he frequently finds he gets on better with the creatures of the forest than with other people. You can read last week’s snippet here.

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All fell quiet except for the almost inaudible brush of Falkner’s hand against limbs as he moved them aside. There was no track to speak of, and Gabriel had to stop to return the arrow to its quiver and sling the bow across his back, in order to have two free hands.  In the brief pause, Falkner pulled so far ahead Gabriel couldn’t hear him at all, only see his dark head among the greenery and catch a faint whiff of his spicy sweat here and there, mingled with the scent of rain, mud and moldering leaves. Clearly Falkner wasn’t too worried about a gremlin leaping out of the bushes.

Loud chirps and twitters started in a tree above Gabriel’s head. He looked up to see a flock of chickadees settle into the branches.

“Shoo,” he whispered, and waved at them, but the little birds with large voices continued to follow and comment on his passage. They made such a racket Falkner actually stopped and looked back with a frown, as if Gabriel had orchestrated this forest concert.  Gabriel merely glared back, as if he didn’t know what Falkner was concerned about.

It was a plague, these birds, or squirrels, or sometimes even frogs; they couldn’t seem to leave him alone.

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Night Flight by Ginette Brosseau. I couldn’t find any ominous chickadee images.

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Blurb-in-progress for Snow, a reimagined fairy tale:

Following the death of his mother the Queen, Prince Gabriel is called home by his brother, now King. Gabriel hopes for a reconciliation with his estranged brother, but all is not well at Castle Rosenthal. King Tristan has fallen under the sway of a scheming alchemist and along the border of the Black Forest, magical denizens are on the move. Gabriel begins to fear for his life. Is the handsome huntsman in on a plot to assassinate him, or is there an even darker, more evil power afoot? A forced flight into the Black Forest may expose ancient magic at work, if Gabriel can survive long enough to uncover it.

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Weekend Writing Warriors is a blog hop where writers from a wide variety of genres share from their work in excerpts of ten sentences or less.  Click the link to check out the other writers participating today.  It’s a great way to discover your next favorite book.

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Weekend Writing Warriors ~ Too Quiet

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop where writers from a wide variety of genres share from their work in excerpts of ten sentences or less. I’m continuing to share from my current WIP, a reimagined fairy tale inspired by the tale of Snow White. In this scene, Prince Gabriel and the huntsman Falkner have been seperated from the rest of the hunting party. Last week, Falkner heard something large coming their way. So soon after stumbling across a gremlin nest, imaginations may have run amok.

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Gabriel scowled and tried to hear what Falkner heard. “One of the riders returning?”

“Too quiet.”

A moment later, a soft thud, the swish of branches, and a snort carried through the otherwise still woods.

“A deer?”

Falkner nodded. “Get your bow ready.”

Gabriel’s heart sank into his boots, but he did as told. Perhaps if he got it over with, Tristan would never bother him again about the joys of hunting. Or if he missed the shot, then his brother and his cohorts could just go back to mocking him and stop trying to force him to be like them.

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Blurb-in-progress for Snow, a reimagined fairy tale:

Following the death of his mother the Queen, Prince Gabriel is called home by his brother, now King. Gabriel hopes for a reconciliation with his estranged brother, but all is not well at Castle Rosenthal. King Tristan has fallen under the sway of a scheming alchemist and along the border of the Black Forest, magical denizens are on the move. Gabriel begins to fear for his life. Is the handsome huntsman in on a plot to assassinate him, or is there an even darker, more evil power afoot? A forced flight into the Black Forest may expose ancient magic at work, if Gabriel can survive long enough to uncover it.

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Weekend Writing Warriors is a blog hop where writers from a wide variety of genres share from their work in excerpts of ten sentences or less.  Click the link to check out the other writers participating today.  It’s a great way to discover your next favorite book.

 

Weekend Writing Warriors ~ Advance Troops

Hello fellow Weekend Writing Warriors and random internet wanderers! I’m getting a kick out of my own snippet today, and wish I could keep going, but you know, that ol’ ten sentence rule is reining me in. Good thing, too, or I wouldn’t have any surprises left when it comes time to publish. I’m sharing from my reimagined fairy tale, Snow, inspired by the tale of Snow White.  But because I write gay romance, Snow White is a prince, and he’s about to get in a whole lot of trouble.  Falkner is the huntsman, and Prince Gabriel is trying to engage him in a discussion regarding the magical creatures who appear to be sneaking back into the country after a long absence.

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“I did some reading on gremlins. They’ll eat anything, but prefer meat. They’re considered intelligent, but of a lower variety than a centaur or even a troll. In the war, gremlins were used as advance troops—”

Falkner held up a hand and Gabriel fell silent. Falkner did not seem to share his fascination, and appeared to be distracted by something on the far side of the meadow. Gabriel followed his gaze but saw nothing.

“Hear that?” Falkner asked. “Something large headed this way, but don’t worry. I doubt it’s a gremlin.”

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Blurb-in-progress for Snow, a reimagined fairy tale:

Following the death of his mother the Queen, Prince Gabriel is called home by his brother, now King. Gabriel hopes for a reconciliation with his estranged brother, but all is not well at Castle Rosenthal. King Tristan has fallen under the sway of a scheming alchemist and along the border of the Black Forest, magical denizens are on the move. Gabriel begins to fear for his life. Is the handsome huntsman in on a plot to assassinate him, or is there an even darker, more evil power afoot? A forced flight into the Black Forest may expose ancient magic at work, if Gabriel can survive long enough to uncover it.

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Weekend Writing Warriors is a blog hop where writers from a wide variety of genres share from their work in excerpts of ten sentences or less.  Click the link to check out the other writers participating today.  It’s a great way to discover your next favorite book.

Weekend Writing Warriors ~ An Expedition

Hello and welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors.  I hope everyone is enjoying the summer. As usual, I’m preparing to enjoy it, as soon as I finish this, that and the other. This, or maybe it’s that, is finishing the first draft of Snow, my reimagined fairy tale inspired by the tale of Snow White. I’m sure I’ll be ready to go out there and enjoy the nice weather by Labor Day. Or maybe Halloween.

On to the snippet: After the hunting party discovers a gremlin nest, Gabriel muses on the place from whence it came; the Black Forest.  You can read last week’s snippet here.

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But the lore and legends of the forest remained alive in the minds of the people, and the dark threat across the river loomed over all the neighboring lands. Intrigued, Gabriel had studied various tomes and papers on the nature of the Black Forest and its creatures. As a naturalist with a scientific mind, he mused on the idea of leading an expedition into the forest, but everyone he’d dared mention the idea to had been dead set against it, especially his uncle, Lord of Craigmoor, who’d threatened to lock Gabriel in a tower if he ever spoke of it again.

“Are you coming?” Falkner called. He stood alone in a small clearing, his men having ridden on ahead. Gabriel joined him and searched the sky for the sun. The day had bled into evening and dark would soon fall.

“I suppose I must, though I don’t see the point. Tell me, Falkner, do you suppose the presence of a gremlin might explain the lack of game? Surely the natural animals would all be terrified of such a creature?”

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Blurb-in-progress for Snow, a reimagined fairy tale:

Following the death of his mother the Queen, Prince Gabriel is called home by his brother, now King. Gabriel hopes for a reconciliation with his estranged brother, but all is not well at Castle Rosenthal. King Tristan has fallen under the sway of a scheming alchemist and along the border of the Black Forest, magical denizens are on the move. Gabriel begins to fear for his life. Is the handsome huntsman in on a plot to assassinate him, or is there an even darker, more evil power afoot? A forced flight into the Black Forest may expose ancient magic at work, if Gabriel can survive long enough to uncover it.

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Weekend Writing Warriors is a blog hop where writers from a wide variety of genres share from their work in excerpts of ten sentences or less.  Click the link to check out the other writers participating today.  It’s a great way to discover your next favorite book.

Weekend Writing Warriors ~ Tales of the Forest

Greetings and welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop where writers from a wide variety of genres share from their work in excerpts of ten sentences or less.  Today my sentences are rather long. We can thank Gabriel for that. He’s fallen into a contemplative mood now that his brother and the rest of the hunting party has gone ahead, leaving him alone with the Gavin Falkner, his thoughts, and possibly a lurking magical creature or two.  You can read last week’s snippet here.  This snippet is from Snow, my current work in progress.

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Falkner walked away along the narrow animal trail they’d been traversing, back to his own horse, and Gabriel followed, although not in a direct line, leading a skittish Tempest in a wider circle around the nest. He felt better now that the hunt had ridden off without him, and was intensely curious about this gremlin business.

His mother’s people, an ancient family, had once claimed descent from magical beings of the forest, but when the war broke out and magic was labeled a dishonorable weapon of the enemy, their lineage became something to sweep under the rug, not boast about.

That did not mean his mother ever gave up her beliefs, and Gabriel had been weaned on tales of the forest. Frightened and fascinated, he’d honored her wishes, and never stepped a toe into that cursed wood. Even his brother only engaged in brief forays across the border, a bit of bravado to prove his mettle.

At Craigmoor, their uncle’s stronghold to the north, the Black Forest was both farther and closer. In simple physical distance, it ran along the entire border, merely a long arrow shot across the river, but the river ran through a deep gorge, with steep cliffs on both sides. The twisted trees of the Black Forest clung to the far side like a wall fashioned by demented builders, impenetrable, and certainly uninviting. No roads existed and the only bridge over the gorge had been destroyed long ago.

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Blurb-in-progress for Snow, a reimagined fairy tale:

Following the death of his mother the Queen, Prince Gabriel is called home by his brother, now King. Gabriel hopes for a reconciliation with his estranged brother, but all is not well at Castle Rosenthal. King Tristan has fallen under the sway of a scheming alchemist and along the border of the Black Forest, magical denizens are on the move. Gabriel begins to fear for his life. Is the handsome huntsman in on a plot to assassinate him, or is there an even darker, more evil power afoot? A forced flight into the Black Forest may expose ancient magic at work, if Gabriel can survive long enough to uncover it.

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Weekend Writing Warriors is a blog hop where writers from a wide variety of genres share from their work in excerpts of ten sentences or less.  Click the link to check out the other writers participating today.  It’s a great way to discover your next favorite book.

Weekend Writing Warriors ~ Mark My Words

Hello and welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop where writers from a wide range of genres share from their work in excerpts of ten sentences or less. I’m continuing to share from Snow, a reimagined fairy tale based on the tale of Snow White.  In my version, Snow White is a prince named Gabriel, and in this scene, he’s in the forest alone with the huntsman. But don’t worry, his heart is safe. For now.

Last week, Falkner (the huntsman) warned Gabriel not to tell the king about the gremlin nest they’d discovered, because he’d force them to go into the black forest to hunt monsters.  Falkner speaks first:

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“Mark my words, he’ll make us do it if he sees this. I’ll tell him, but later, after we’ve killed the damn thing and he’s in a more…” he trailed off, eyes averted.

“When he’s in a more rational state of mind,” Gabriel completed his thought.

Falkner nodded, relief palpable on his face. Gabriel had no desire to explore the murky edges of the Black Forest, but was surprised Falkner cared so much. Like Tristan, Falkner was of the sort who feared nothing, even when he should.

Another discussion for later, Gabriel decided. If magical creatures were on the move in the world of men, he needed to know about it.

“Where is my brother?” he asked, realizing only then that the sounds of dogs baying and men shouting had faded into the distance.

“They must have caught the scent of the stag.”

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Blurb-in-progress for Snow, a reimagined fairy tale:

Following the death of his mother the Queen, Prince Gabriel is called home by his brother, now King. Gabriel hopes for a reconciliation with his estranged brother, but all is not well at Castle Rosenthal. King Tristan has fallen under the sway of a scheming alchemist and along the border of the Black Forest, magical denizens are on the move. Gabriel begins to fear for his life. Is the handsome huntsman in on a plot to assassinate him, or is there an even darker, more evil power afoot? A forced flight into the Black Forest may expose ancient magic at work, if Gabriel can survive long enough to uncover it.

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Weekend Writing Warriors is a blog hop where writers from a wide variety of genres share from their work in excerpts of ten sentences or less.  Click the link to check out the other writers participating today.  It’s a great way to discover your next favorite book.