Weekend Writing Warriors ~ A Suitable Trophy

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. First of all, thank you to everyone who tracked me down last week even though I forgot to sign up. Doh! Perhaps you heard that scientists have been able to capture an image of a black hole: turns out, it is located in my brain.

Second of all, let me apologize in advance for the blatantly run-on first sentence. Sometimes a writer’s got to do what a writer’s got to do (i.e.: cheat).

And now, to the snippet. I’m sharing from my reimagined fairy tale inspired by Snow White, cleverly titled Snow. Our hero Prince Gabriel is having a reunion with his brother Tristan, who might be more than a little drunk.  You can read last week’s snippet here.

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Tristan’s smile turned into a toothy grin, a signal that Gabriel had learned long ago meant he should run and hide, but Tristan still held him in a firm grasp and besides, as a grown man, he couldn’t really use that tactic anymore; whatever his brother the king dished out, he would have to take.

“Gavin!” Tristan shouted, “You’ve returned empty handed. What good are you, huntsman?”

Gavin Falkner walked up behind Gabriel, boots swishing through the grass.  “All sensible creatures have gone to ground on this dreary day.”

“Then find me a nonsensical one. Perhaps if we ventured into the Black Forest, we’d find a goblin or troll to bring down.”

“Hardly a suitable trophy for a king,” Falkner said as he stepped up to stand beside Gabriel. “I found your brother instead.”

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If Tristan leads them into the Black Forest, he might not like what he finds.

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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, the magical denizens of the bordering Black Forest are on the move, and 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 force afoot? A forced flight into the Black Forest may expose ancient powers at work, if Gabriel can survive long enough to uncover them.

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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 Warrior ~ A Changeling

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. It’s a great way to find your next impulse buy!

I’m sharing from my current work in progress, a reimagined fairy tale inspired by Snow White.  Talking mirrors, surly dwarves, and possibly poisoned apples all to appear soon! Well, soon in writer time, meaning between a few months and, um, many months.

In this scene, our hero, Prince Gabriel (nicknamed Snow by his brother) is reuniting with his brother Tristan after a long absence.  You can read last week’s snippet here.

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Gabriel stood his ground, returned the embrace, and silently gave thanks that his brother, although soused, was in a good mood.

“Three years!” Tristan shouted in his ear. He pushed Gabriel back and held him at arm’s length. His watery gaze sharpened and he peered into Gabriel’s face intently, as if he’d been informed this wasn’t his brother in his arms, but a changeling. “It’s been too long.”

“Yes,” Gabriel said, although under his brother’s withering inspection, he guessed it wasn’t nearly long enough.

“You’ve gotten taller,” Tristan said accusingly, and then as suddenly as a summer storm passing, a twinkle sparked in his eye and he was once again the affectionate brother. “But not as tall me, that’s all that matters.” He squeezed Gabriel’s biceps so hard it would surely leave bruises. “Grown some muscle, put on a little weight—don’t have to worry about you blowing away like a feather anymore, I see.”

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An eerie castle to help set the mood.

 

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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, the magical denizens of the bordering Black Forest are on the move, and 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 force afoot? A forced flight into the Black Forest may expose ancient powers at work, if Gabriel can survive long enough to uncover them.

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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 ~ My King

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’ve been sharing from my  work-in-progress, a reimagined fairy tale inspired by Snow White. My Snow is a prince, and Snow is his nickname, one he’s trying hard to leave behind. But like his troubles with his older brother Tristan, some things just refuse to go away. In this scene, Gabriel and Tristan are reuniting after a years long separation. Much has changed, only not in the way Gabriel hoped they would.  You can read last week’s snippet here.

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The normally robust Tristan appeared to be in poor health, but perhaps his pallor was due to the stress of their mother’s unexpected death and his hasty elevation to king.

Tristan had longed to be king ever since their father died, and had fought and argued for his right to the throne, but the queen hadn’t budged, and the nobles stood by her. Tristan was too young, too unseasoned, too wild, and the queen was hugely popular.

Now that he had obtained the lusted after crown, it did not appear to suit him.

All in time, Gabriel supposed, and remembered to drop to one knee.

“My King,” he said, bowing his head.

“Oh, don’t be foolish, Snow,” Tristan said as he strode up to him, grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him to his feet. “Save the rigmarole for the court.” He threw his arms around Gabriel and pounded him on the back. A sweet brine of brandy, damp leather and sweat enveloped Gabriel as his brother’s unsteady weight threatened to topple him over.

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Portrait of French King Dagobert by Emile Signol (1804-1892)

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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, the magical denizens of the bordering Black Forest are on the move, and 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 force afoot? A forced flight into the Black Forest may expose ancient powers at work, if Gabriel can survive long enough to uncover them.

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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 ~ Under His Wing

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop where writers from a wide variety of genres share excerpts from their work in ten sentences or less. It’s good to be back after missing last week. I’d like to say my absence was due to being on a fabulous vacation, but no, I had to work two 12 hour days last weekend at my day job. I don’t know about you, but I get very antsy when all of my writing time is consumed by the mundane requirements of reality.>>insert heavy sigh<<

I’ve been sharing from my work-in-progress, a reimagined fairy tale based on Snow White.  We’re into the second chapter now, where Prince Gabriel is reunited with his brother for the first time in three years. Their relationship was never exactly loving, and Gabriel doesn’t know what to expect. You can read last week’s snippet here.

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The flap of the largest tent flew aside and a servant scurried out to tie back the heavy fabric.

Although seized by an irrational desire to turn Tempest around and flee, Gabriel slid from the back of his horse and tossed the reins to a nearby groom. He waded through tall, wet grass, his heart beating hard against his ribs.

Tristan emerged, a golden goblet in one hand, the other on his hip. His long, tousled red hair gleamed in the dim light and when he spotted Gabriel, a grin broke across his handsome face.

Fear and tiresome worries fled as Gabriel recalled his brother of old, the brother who kept Gabriel under his wing and led him on many jolly adventures in the rolling woods surrounding Rosenthal Castle. That was before their father died, and all the unhappiness that followed.

As he drew closer, Gabriel’s brief impression of a young, robust, and friendly brother faded. Yes, Tristan was still handsome, but his fair skin was sallow, yellowed beneath his spattering of freckles and trim red beard. His green eyes, once bright as emeralds, were bleary and narrowed as if against some light source Gabriel couldn’t see.

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Being king can take it out of a guy.

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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, the magical denizens of the bordering Black Forest are on the move, and 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 force afoot? A forced flight into the Black Forest may expose ancient powers at work, if only Gabriel can survive long enough to uncover them.

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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 ~ A Fairy Fall

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. Just enough to tantalize your literary taste buds!

Last week I wrapped up the first chapter of my reimagined fairy tale, Snow, based on, you guessed it, Snow White. Only in my version Snow White is a prince. The prince in question, Gabriel, has just returned home after a long absence. He’s about to meet with his brother Tristan for the first time since the death of their mother and the elevation of Tristan to king. Their relationship is stormy, and Gabriel doesn’t know what to expect.

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The bright tents clustered in Greenswale meadow gave off a sullen air, their flaps closed tight against the very forest the occupants had come to plunder. Servants dashed about with large pitchers of wine and platters of meat and fruits, but scarcely a noble hunter was to be seen. They were all huddling inside the drooping, mist-drenched tents.

The fog had a way of worming its way through the thickest of wool, and Gabriel’s cloak and tunic were not thick. He’d come from Craigmoor to the north, which had been enjoying a temperate autumn, what the locals called a “Fairy Fall”. Fairies were known for casting about rays of sunshine to lure folks deeper and deeper into the Black Forest, where they would get lost in the shadows and freeze to death, if they weren’t eaten by goblins first, that is.

Gabriel’s winter cloak, along with his other clothing, were in one of the satchels tied to Webster’s horse, who was now being led away to the castle, his rider incapacitated by a bee sting. Gabriel spared a moment of worry for his servant; Webster had looked rather puffy and blotchy, before focusing on his upcoming encounter with his brother.

Tristan was a fickle creature, at one moment brimming over with the bonhomie of brotherly affection, the next, laid low by jealousy and spitefulness. And what did the older son—the king—have to be jealous of?

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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, the magical denizens of the bordering Black Forest are on the move, and 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 force afoot? A forced flight into the Black Forest may expose ancient powers at work, if only Gabriel can survive long enough to uncover them.

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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 ~ Band of Fellows

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop where writers from a wide variety of genres share excerpts from their work in ten sentences or less.

First I have to say, I will no longer complain about not getting any snow here. We received over a foot this week and I had to stay home from work for two days and just write. Is there anything better than a snow day? (when you don’t have to go anywhere, that is)

Okay, on to the snippet. I have at last reached the end of Chapter One of my reimagined fairy tale, Snow. Yes, Snow. Seems to be a theme for me right now.  Prince Gabriel has returned home after a long absence and encountered a hunting party led by his old nemesis, Gavin Falkner. You can read last week’s snippet here, if you are so inclined. Falkner’s last line was “Do you remember the way, or shall I lead?” .

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“I remember.” Gabriel flicked the reins and Tempest sprang into motion, much to the excitement of the dogs.  Falkner’s horse, apparently unaware of the three-yard rule, attempted to keep up, but this neither Gabriel nor Tempest would allow.

What began as a simple ride quickly turned into a race, with Tempest easily gaining on the heavier black horse behind him. Gabriel leaned lower over the pommel and a familiar exhilaration overtook him.

Not all his boyhood memories were bad. He’d always been the best horseman at Rosenthal and no one could beat him if he had a worthy horse beneath him. Falkner in particular had tried, and failed.

Those races: Gabriel had almost felt like one of his brother’s band of fellows then, but it never lasted.

As he rode deeper into the bone chilling fog, the woods became little more than a tangle of shadows, and the sounds of dogs and horses faded to muffled yelps and cries in the distance.

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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, the magical denizens of the bordering Black Forest are on the move, and 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 force afoot? A forced flight into the Black Forest may expose ancient powers at work, if only Gabriel can survive long enough to uncover them.

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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.