Weekend Writing Warriors ~ Dreadful

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 admit I did think about skipping this weekend so that I might spend all of my time obsessively reading  corona virus updates, but then I had a flash of inspiration that said “BOOKS WILL SAVE US ALL”. Never one to ignore flashes of inspiration, I hurried to sign up.  What better way to keep in touch while we’re all hunkering down and counting our toilet paper rolls?

In last week’s snippet, Tristan revealed his paranoia that his brother Gabriel might have designs on the throne. He asked “Who is this stranger who stands before me?”.  Gabriel is shocked by the accusation, but there are more shocks to come.

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“You’re the one who’s changed, Tristan.  What’s gotten into you?” Gabriel hesitated and then opted for honesty. “You look dreadful. Are you well?”

Tristan’s rage seemed to falter. His gaze softened, but at the same time, his grip on Gabriel’s arm tightened. A smirk twisted his lips and then he huffed lightly, a cross between a laugh and a sigh.

“No, I’m not well, I’m engaged.”

“You’re…what?”

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Ready to meet your future sister-in-law, Gabriel? Heh heh heh. © Catalinandrei | Dreamstime.com

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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 mysterious noble woman with a dark past, and all 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 ~ The Rightful Heir

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

I’m continuing to share from Snow, my reimagined fairy tale inspired by the tale of Snow White.  I’m sooooo close to finishing my other WIP, Book 4 in the Jacqui the Cat Mysteries series and I’m sooooo excited that soon I’ll be able to turn all of my focus onto Snow (working title, soon to be replaced with something much more imaginative).

In the current scene, Gabriel’s brother Tristan, who happens to be the new king, seems irrationally angry that Gabriel used magic to stop an arrow in flight.  You can read last week’s snippet here.

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Tristan’s fierce gaze was much too close, his brandy-laden breath hot on Gabriel’s cheek. Gabriel bristled, but managed to stay calm.

“What about me?”

“Are you going to boast hither and yon about how you saved the white stag from the outsiders and that you summoned the old magic because you are the rightful heir?”

“Egads, Tristan, no! You know I have no interest in taking your place!” Gabriel might have laughed if Tristan weren’t so furious.

“Do I know that? My wisp of a younger brother went away years ago and now a man—a stranger— stands before me. What besides your stature has changed?”

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© Tomert | Dreamstime.com

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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 ~ The Dark Arts

Hello and Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the literary speed-dating blog hop where writer-types share their work in excerpts of ten sentences or less so that reader-types can decide if they want to spend more time together! And if you’re not ready to date, there’s also support, community, and feedback going on. Something for everyone!

I’m sharing from my work-in-progress, Snow, a romantic gay fantasy inspired by the tale of Snow White. It’s amazing how long a chapter can last when you’re sharing ten sentences at a time, but the end is in sight.  Of course it’s just the beginning of a novel full of trouble for Prince Gabriel, who now has reason to suspect his brother Tristan wants him dead.  You can read last week’s snippet here, if you like.

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“I won’t have you dabbling in black magic,” Tristan whispered hoarsely. “Is that how you’ve spent your time in Craigmoor? Studying the dark arts?”

“What? No! What happened here was simply…. a natural occurrence, I should think, close as we are to the black forest.”

“There is nothing natural about what you did.”  Tristan seized Gabriel’s arm, his fingers digging in hard. “But we’re going to have to make the most it, or rather, the least of it. My men won’t wag their tongues—what about you?”

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How one studies the dark arts © Ilkin Guliyev | Dreamstime.com

 

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 ~ Luck

Hello and Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, now operating in stealth mode as the google-borg attempt to assimilate our website. But we persist, much like our heroes and heroines, resisting those that would crush our tender spirits.

Ahem…can you tell I’m a writer with an overactive imagination? So anyway, here we are with many a rousing tale to share. I’m nearing the end of the second chapter of Snow, my reimagined fairy inspired by the legend of Snow White. In last week’s snippet, Prince Gabriel’s brother, Tristan, appeared rather furious that Gabriel had an encounter with the mystical white stag instead of him, but is that really what he’s so angry about?

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“I’m sure it was just luck that brought me here—”

“Magical, auspicious creatures do not work on luck, or so I’ve been told,”  Tristan said as he stalked up to him, swooping down and snatching the arrow from the ground.  “What happened here?” he asked in a low, menacing tone.

“I’m not entirely sure,” Gabriel began, then paused as he viewed the arrow in his brother’s hand. It was finely made, with the red feathers of a hawk at the base and distinctive red and gold banding at along the shaft.  It vanished from view in an instant, Bryce having walked up to whisk the thing out of Tristan’s hand and slide it into his quiver.

But in that brief moment, Gabriel knew two things: the arrow was his brother’s, made exclusively for him by the castle armory and it was his brother who’d made the shot.  His brother had tried to kill him.

Gabriel’s vision tunneled to the empty spot on the ground where the arrow had fallen.  He was wrong, like he’d been wrong about the trajectory of the shot.

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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 ~ Auspicious

Hello and Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors. Apologies to my fellow Warriors if I didn’t visit your excerpt last week. I actually got caught up in….writing!  Yes, I pushed ahead and finished the umpteenth draft of my other WIP!  Not Snow, which I’m excerpting from here, but that novel-from-hell that’s been sucking up my life for over a year now. Soon I’ll be sharing from that one (hint: it might feature a fashion designing cat shifter with intimacy issues), and pushing to finish Snow in the background.  One of these days I’ll learn to work on one project at a time, but for now, the stories beckon.

I really want to finish out this scene from Snow, in which Prince Gabriel learns all kinds of disturbing things, and that’s before he even gets home to Castle Rosenthal.  Last week, Gabriel had the disturbing thought that one of his brother’s men had deliberately tried to kill him.  He pushed the thought off as ridiculous, but…

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There was a clamor in the trees and then Tristan emerged, looking agitated and flushed, his breathing labored.

“So you managed to interfere with the hunt again, Brother? What’s this nonsense about a magical deer?” Tristan held his bow tightly in one hand, and as he drew closer, it seemed to Gabriel that he was not only agitated, but enraged. Even in the fading light of dusk, blotchy patches on his face radiated red heat and his eyes gleamed with something akin to hate.

Startled, Gabriel took in a sharp breath and exhaled slowly before responding. “It was the white stag, Brother. The same white stag that adorns the family crest.  It is auspicious.”

“And the stag showed himself to you instead of me?”

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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 ~ The Prey

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.  Before I get to the snippet, I just want to say, Happy Year of the Rat! I’m usually too exhausted by December 31 to do much celebrating, so the Chinese New Year is when I get reflective and start making plans for the new year. I haven’t actually looked up what the Rat portends, but surely it will be good for someone who likes to hole up and hoard cheese?

I’m sharing from Snow, my gay romantic fantasy inspired by the tale of Snow White.  In this scene, Gabriel is confronting Bryce, the man who shot an arrow at a stag after Gabriel gave the order it was not to be killed. The arrow would have come dangerously close to Gabriel as well, if he hadn’t stopped it with a latent magical ability he didn’t know he possessed.  Gabriel speaks first.

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“You disobeyed a direct command.”

“I hadn’t heard it yet.”

“That’s true,” said Samuel, one of the few remaining men-at-arms Gabriel recognized from his youth. “He’d only just come up and it did look strange, you standing so close to that stag.”

Gabriel looked at each man’s face. None of them would support him if he demanded that Bryce be punished and it would not do to create rancor on what was supposed to be an occasion of manly bonding and ushering in the new king’s rule. He might be Prince of Rosenthal and second in line to the throne, but right now, he felt more the stag, the odd man out, the prey.

And then there was the business of the magic.  They’d all be wagging their tongues about it at the Three Boars that night, and they didn’t need any further provocation to spread dark rumors.

“Because this is the first hunt of the season and a day of celebration, I forgive your mistake, Sergeant Bryce,” Gabriel said, and hoped it wasn’t interpreted as a sign of weakness.

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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.