I missed last week - too much else going on. This week, I've gone back to my first novel, Sorrel in Scarlet.
My pilot heroine, Sorrel, is trying to find somewhere to sleep for the night. She has crept into a stable, then hears something moving...
Something stirred in the
straw spread over the floor. It was dark in here - no helpful
lanterns to show me what I was facing. I ducked into the shadows and
tried to make out the bulk nestling in front of me.
It suddenly raised a
head, and large, emerald green eyes were looking my way. Moments
later, a second pair of eyes were also peering towards me. I guessed
what I was looking at - I really, really hoped it had poor night
vision. A large wing twitched, confirming my very nasty belief - this
had to be a snarq. Which meant it had two fully-functioning and
lethal acid-spitting heads. And it was looking my way. I stood very
still, and waited, wishing I didn't need to breathe.
One of the heads
lowered into the straw, and then the other settled down as well.
Slowly, cautiously, stepping gingerly so as not to knock into
anything at all, not even a piece of straw, I tiptoed backwards like
a frightened mouse creeping away from a dozing owl.
Did I really want to
stay the night here? The logic was fine, but I didn't like the bed
partner in that stable. After I had a fling with Lorgren, Tolly joked
I’d sleep with anyone – I was glad to prove his accusation false.
As always, comments welcomed!
She may be brave, but a snarq as a bed partner is too much!
ReplyDeleteI love the humourous comments
Thanks - I always work on the assumption that a sense of humour helps characters cope with deadly danger.
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