This
is my snippet this week for SFFSat. SFFSat is normally a place where a number
of authors post snippets from their written works, and give the
opportunity for comments, support and encouragement. Unfortunately, SFFSat apparently isn't running this week, but I hope you enjoy my snippet anyhow!
Sorrel in Silver is now on sale on Amazon! This snippet is from Chapter Eight - Wrack is confronting another dragonlord, Starron.
The
red dragon flung himself savagely at his rival.
When
titans clash, mere humans need to take shelter. Two twelve-foot tall
monsters, necks writhing, teeth glittering in the firelight, aimed
for each other's throats. This was no gentlemanly duel. This was
savage, primal; an attempt by each dragon to crush his rival. The
only rule when there is a brawl between dragons is that humans need
to get the volg out of there.
Except
that the red dragon was my lover. And there was no lafquassing chance
I was leaving that room until I knew he was victorious and that the
squuming volg of a blue dragon was beaten to a pulp. And if I even
suspected Wrack was losing, I intended to use my sorcery to hammer
Starron. Wrack would be furious at any interference, but I didn't
care. There was no volging way in squum I was going to let Starron
hurt my dragon!
Wrack
flung himself onto the blue dragon, driving him back against the west
wall of the hall. Starron fastened his teeth on Wrack's wing, trying
to bite into the powerful muscle of the upper part of the limb. Wrack
snarled, red fire licking around his mouth, and slammed his other
wing against Starron’s head, trying to dislodge him. Starron
whirled, releasing his teeth and twisting his neck so that he could
bite Wrack's neck.
As always, comments appreciated.