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 ~ Once a Scoundrel

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

So, it snowed in Scottsdale, Arizona. It snowed in Maui. But did it snow here? Noooooo.  Winter is slinking away leaving a trial of dandelions and crocuses in it’s wake. Sigh. I know I should be grateful we didn’t get any polar vortexes or blizzards, but I miss winter. I really do. At least I can retreat into my current project, Snow, and enjoy a winter of my own making.

To the task at hand: I’ve been sharing from my work-in-progress, a reimagined fairy tale inspired by the story of Snow White.  We’re still in the first chapter; Prince Gabriel was returning home after a long absence with his servant Webster, when they crossed paths with a hunting party led by an old nemesis, Gavin Falkner.  You can read last week’s snippet here.

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Gabriel shifted in the saddle to watch the return of Webster, whose horse was being led by one of Falkner’s men. Dogs yapped excitedly at his heels, as if this was the prize they had hunted down. Webster looked miserable, and slightly swollen at the gills.

“I wish to see my brother immediately, but my servant might be in need of medicinal aid.”

“What’s happened to him?” Falkner asked, quirking an eyebrow skeptically.

“The woods happened to him,” Gabriel replied, earning a disarming smile from Falkner. Gabriel inspected him a little more closely. The man had grown from a rangy, scruffy youth to a somewhat more comely aristocrat, but once a scoundrel, always a scoundrel.

Falkner, who’d apparently grown more sensitive as well, seemed to pick up on Gabriel’s disapproval, and dampened his smile.

“Do you remember the way, or shall I lead?”

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WTF, Winter?

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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 ~ On Edge

Hello and 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 (although how someone can ever come in at less is beyond me!)

I’m sharing from my work-in-progress, a reimagined fairy tale inspired by the tale of Snow White, titled Snow. Our hero, Prince Gabriel, is returning home after a long absence and discovers to his disappointment that some things have not changed.  We’re in Gabriel’s POV and in last week’s snippet, he was thinking about his estrangement from his brother Tristan, now king.

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But was it irrevocable? Had Tristan sent for him to mend their relationship? Did he now find himself in need of a brother at his side to help solidify his rule and replace Douchay, their mother’s second husband and former regent, as his chief advisor?

“Take me to the king,” Gabriel said.

One of the other riders, a large man with a thick black beard, nudged his horse closer to Falkner’s and asked, “What about the stag? It’s the only one we’ve seen all day!”

Falkner waved a hand in dismissal. “We’ll never catch up to it now.”

The man gave Gabriel a swift but unmistakable look of hatred, then rode off to inform the others. All the men in the hunting party were strangers to Gabriel, but they still bore that familiar attitude of disrespect that set his teeth on edge.

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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 ~ Hunter’s Moon

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

I’m so excited.  We might actually get a bit of winter here in Oregon. While the rest of the US has been gripped in the icy talons of the polar vortex, we’ve been watching the crocuses and dandelions begin to bloom. But this week, there was a dusting of snow! I had to wear a coat! Thrilling times here, let me tell you.

As it is in the world of Snow, my current work-in-progress. Prince Gabriel has returned home on the eve of The Hunter’s Moon, a celebration that carries dark memories for him.  Last week, Gabriel lied to Galvin Falkner, the king’s huntsman, telling him he didn’t remember him.  Note: the king is Gabriel’s brother.

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“Well, there was a mob of us,” Falkner said, looking away as if he suddenly remembered what the mob had gotten up to.

“If this is the king’s hunt, where is the king?”

“Back at Greenswale meadow, where the tents are set up for the festival of the Hunter’s Moon.”

Ah, yes, how could Gabriel have forgotten? The most tiresome day of the year. At Castle Craigmoor, where he’d spent the last several years, much less fuss was made over the celebration. Yes, the villagers offered piles of slain rabbits and pheasants to Astrid, the goddess of the hunt, and everyone drank too much, but at Castle Rosenthal, the slaying of a stag on the day before the Hunter’s Moon was considered an essential rite of passage for the nobility, one that Gabriel had never passed.

His mother the Queen had never cared nor pressed him on the matter, but his brother took it as a personal affront, a rejection of all that was manly, noble and respectable. The more his brother taunted him, the more Gabriel dug in his heels and refused to go along on the hunts at all.  The brothers—bonded by the early death of their father—grew quickly and irrevocably apart.

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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!