Snippet Saturday!

Have something new! Like I said, working on the new thing now. I made a few notes last night and at least have a better idea of where the so-called romance in the thing is going. *evil laughter* What is it they say? Keep your friends close and your enemies closer?

Anyway, have a snippet from the beginning:

Robes swirling, Malcolm swept into the corridor in front of my cell with all the officiousness his station permitted him. He crashed to a stop, crossed his arms, and fixed me with a glare. "This is a fine mess," he said as Tiana and Armand backed warily away from him.

"It's good to see you too, Malcolm," I answered. "Do you have a solution, or have you just come to shout at me? Because I'm really not in the mood."

"Do you know what your rashness has cost us?"

Right, he'd come to shout at me. My legs decided that now would be a fine time to give way, and I dropped heavily to the floor with my face in my hands. "Yes, Malcolm. I'm not stupid, no matter what you may think of me at this particular moment. Armand, Tiana, you're dismissed. If Malcolm's going to give me a telling-off, I'd rather you two not witness it."

They bowed and retreated, leaving me to Malcolm's tender mercies. "What am I going to do with you?" he sighed, deflating.

I closed my eyes. "I saw Kev cut down. I lost my temper."

"And turned what was a simple loss on the battlefield into an absolute bloody disaster." Only Malcolm could get away with addressing royalty this bluntly. His power and station, not to mention the fact that he could turn us all into toads, made him an excellent advisor who didn't sugarcoat his opinion.

Snippet Saturday!

Have something new! Like I said, working on the new thing now. I made a few notes last night and at least have a better idea of where the so-called romance in the thing is going. *evil laughter* What is it they say? Keep your friends close and your enemies closer?

Anyway, have a snippet from the beginning:

Robes swirling, Malcolm swept into the corridor in front of my cell with all the officiousness his station permitted him. He crashed to a stop, crossed his arms, and fixed me with a glare. "This is a fine mess," he said as Tiana and Armand backed warily away from him.

"It's good to see you too, Malcolm," I answered. "Do you have a solution, or have you just come to shout at me? Because I'm really not in the mood."

"Do you know what your rashness has cost us?"

Right, he'd come to shout at me. My legs decided that now would be a fine time to give way, and I dropped heavily to the floor with my face in my hands. "Yes, Malcolm. I'm not stupid, no matter what you may think of me at this particular moment. Armand, Tiana, you're dismissed. If Malcolm's going to give me a telling-off, I'd rather you two not witness it."

They bowed and retreated, leaving me to Malcolm's tender mercies. "What am I going to do with you?" he sighed, deflating.

I closed my eyes. "I saw Kev cut down. I lost my temper."

"And turned what was a simple loss on the battlefield into an absolute bloody disaster." Only Malcolm could get away with addressing royalty this bluntly. His power and station, not to mention the fact that he could turn us all into toads, made him an excellent advisor who didn't sugarcoat his opinion.