SFFSat 2/3/13

This is my snippet this week for SFFSat. SFFSat is a place where a number of authors post snippets from their written works, and give the opportunity for comments, support and encouragement. Please also explore the other blogs that are part of this set - you can find the information here.


I missed last week - blame real life for getting in the way. This week my snippet is from Sorrel Snowbound, which will be the sequel to Sorrel in Scarlet.  My hope is to publish it some time around the end of April.  These are the first ten lines of the novel.

A scream echoed from the towers, a banshee wail of mingled rage, loss and despair. Above us the ever-present clouds that closed the night sky of the Chasm were still reflecting the red glare of the fires that were tearing Daryan apart. But the dragon that had been floating like a vengeful ghost above the graalur army, casting fiery death into the ranks of the invading soldiery, was no longer there.

And that was why I was screaming.

Impatient hands gripped my shoulders, trying to pull me towards the stairs. Voices shouting in my ears, telling me that he was gone, that we had to go. I took a shuddering breath and wrenched out of their embrace, struggling to the top of the battlements again, my eyes vainly scanning the seething ground around the city. The walls that we had told them were weak had fallen in two places, and the bellowing, gleeful graalur were pouring inside. Way back, beyond the emptying encampments, a small cluster of figures, a few dozen at most, were heading away from the doomed, crumbling city, not waiting to see the results of their victory.

And with them was Wrack. 

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