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.

Weekend Writing Warriors ~ Monster Hunt

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 one of my WIPs, a reimagined fairy tale based on the story of Snow White, cleverly titled (for now) Snow.

In this scene, Prince Gabriel and the head huntsman, Gavin Falkner, are investigating what Falkner has identified as a gremlin nest, much to Gabriel’s disbelief.  Near the nest, Gabriel uncovered a human skull.  I skipped ahead a few lines from last week’s snippet. Gabriel speaks first:

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“You speak so calmly of gremlins and their doings, when there’s not been one seen in half a century.” Gabriel glanced at the skull again and shivered. Had a gremlin really crossed the border and killed a human being? His great-uncle had killed a gremlin in the last war and had its head mounted in the great hall. An unfortunate choice, for it looked like nothing so much as a huge, unhappy toad with fangs. The “trophy” now hung in the darkest corner, its knobby head coated with dust and cobwebs.

“I’ve patrolled the border for most of my life,” Falkner said, and left it at that.

“Whatever the king may suspect, we shouldn’t keep this from him.”

Falkner turned on him, eyes flashing. “Do you really want to ride into the Black Forest on a monster hunt?”

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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 ~ Fevered Dreams

Welcome to my corner of Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop where writers from a wide variety of genres share experts from their work in ten sentences or less. I’ve been sharing from my reimagined take on Snow White, currently titled Snow (I know, not very original. I’m working on it). I’m determined to get through this chapter before I switch over to something new and shiny.

In this scene, Prince Gabriel has discovered a human skull amongst the bones littering an unusual nest that the huntsmen uncovered while tracking a stag.  Falkner is the head huntsman and quickly tells Gabriel not to mention it to the king.  You can read last week’s snippet here.

Gabriel speaks first:

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“What obsession? Tell me what’s going on.”

Falkner folded his arms more tightly, looked over his shoulder and in a low voice said, “His obsession with black magic and the creatures of the Black Forest.”

“What’s that got to do with—”

“This is a gremlin nest.”

This declaration surprised Gabriel so much he let out a short laugh. “Surely you don’t believe that?”

Falkner shook his head. “There have been sightings; plausible ones, not just the fevered dreams of old hermits who’ve had too much mead. The king is convinced this is all due to the queen’s death and that powers within the forest now think they can challenge his authority.”

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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 ~ Obsession

Hello and welcome to my Weekend Writing Warriors post.  It’s good to be back after a two week break. I went on a writing retreat for part of that time, so pretty soon I’ll be sharing excerpts from the next Jacqui the Cat book. For now, though, I’m continuing with my re-imagined fairy tale, titled Snow. In this scene, Prince Gabriel is reluctantly taking part in the royal hunt. The head huntsman, Falkner, has discovered a mysterious nest in the woods, and Gabriel found something even more disturbing. You can read the last snippet here.

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Falkner sent his men off to look for tracks, then moved closer, arms crossed over his chest.

“What?”

Gabriel stepped back, and toed aside a clump of ivy. There, moss covered and gray, was a skull.

“Oh, holy hounds of Astrid. Don’t let the king see that.”

“Why ever not?” Gabriel asked, surprised by the huntsman’s reaction, “That’s a human skull, which means there’s been a death on the king’s land. It must be investigated.”

“We mustn’t feed his obsession,” Falkner said.

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Thunderstorms, mist and rain helped put me in the correct mood on my retreat.

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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 ~ Bones

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, the reimagined fairy tale with the working title Snow. I’ll probably have to change it: there are a lot of Snows out there!  So anyway, in this scene, Prince Gabriel is reluctantly trailing after the hunting party as they track a stag.  It appears they’ve stumbled across something quite different.  You can read last week’s snippet here.

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Bones of many sizes littered the ground inside. The sharp mineral tang of blood lingered in the air along with a most unpleasant animal musk.

The large surly man with the black beard poked at one of the bones and muttered, “Ain’t natural.”

“Quiet,” Falkner said sharply.

Gabriel moved closer, curiosity piqued. The nest did not look like any badger warren or fox den he’d ever seen, and those creatures did not gather bones, large bones that looked as if they might belong to a boar, or even…he started, surprised by what he saw and stooped for a closer look. The others paid no attention to his movements.

He stepped forward in order to block his discovery from view—no sense in causing a panic—and cleared his throat to catch Falkner’s attention. The huntsman, grumpy along with the rest of them, glared over his shoulder. When he saw Gabriel standing there, he looked angrier than ever.

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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 ~ The Undergrowth

Greetings 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 inspired by the tale of Snow White. My Snow is in fact Prince Gabriel, who is currently stuck on a hunt with his brother the king and a pack of aristocrats. It is a gloomy day on the edge of the gloomy black forest, and although they are tracking a stag, they might flush out something rather unexpected instead.

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Mud up to his ankles, prickly evergreen branches scraping his cheek, rain trickling down his neck—normally Gabriel would have been as content as a fox in its den—but normally, a crowd of armed men wouldn’t accompany him into the woods. He’d be alone, studying the varying cries of whippoorwills, or examining a patch of freshly sprouted mushrooms. There wouldn’t be trumpets blowing, weapons rattling, and flasks of brandy being passed around between grumbling, grouchy nobility and their equally grouchy servants.

Behind him, Tempest snorted, blowing warm breath into his ear. He reached back and patted the horse on the neck. Tempest wasn’t a horse for sneaking through the undergrowth, not that there was much sneaking going on.  Tempest tossed his cinnamon-colored head and snorted again, stepping backward as if startled.  Gabriel stroked his silky black mane and whispered, “Patience.”

He’d dismounted in order watch Falkner and two of his men inspect a thicket of broken tree limbs.  To Gabriel’s practiced eye, the woven branches and deeply dug hole indicated a sort of intelligence, or advanced instinct, like an elaborate bird’s nest.

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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