SFFSat 31/1/2015 Sorrel in Silver

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. 


This is another snippet from Sorrel in Silver. Last week Sorrel was enjoying herself in a snowball fight. This time, she is in a more contemplative mood...

I stood in the warm, dark night, looking into the pitch darkness that lurked beyond the walkway that ran round Tolgrail's battered walls. The absence of stars made night-time in the Chasm intense, almost tangible. Behind and below me, I could still just hear the raised voices and heated discussions in the common room, but there was no animosity in the tones. We were going to work with the elves. The only issue was organising the details of the bombing raids.

I ought to be there. I wanted to have some control over what we were doing, but I felt nauseous. Being in the same room as Griffyn gave me the shivers. If only I could remember what had happened in Wrack's mansion. Something important... something that was making my skin crawl. Coloured lights. Something swirling, and a hiss of dust or powder. I stared into the darkness, wondering if I really wanted to remember.

A hand touched my shoulder and I jerked sideways, startled by the unexpected contact. 

 Sorry, I'm not going to reveal here what did happen to Sorrel... 
As always, comments appreciated.