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A New Meeting for WIPpet Wednesday

Happy Wednesday. No pictures of cuteness today. Sorry. Although you never know what might turn up next week.

It’s been a bit hectic around here. We have a whole list of ‘house projects’ that we’d like to tackle in the next month, and then there was other assorted running around and happenings. So, of course, other things fall by the side.

This week’s WIPpet is from something that is a side WIPpet. Meaning, I occasionally work on it on the side and have some notes about what I’d like from it, various scenes, and it’s high on the list of projects that will move into the Full Blown Wip Stage once room clears. That means no Roe and Fader this week.

*ducks assorted thrown objects*

Whatever. I give you the first 7 paragraphs (2+5) of… As of Yet Unnamed Stuff. Very rough draft stage. Which is why there are only 7 paragraphs. On reading through,  I should divide up at least one. Oh well…

Horban glanced at the three women surrounding him, and thought little of his chances of seeing mid-day. Outside of the fact they were on horseback and he had only his feet, they were also well-armed. Horban had… well… arms.

He shifted his pack across his shoulders. If they were thieves they would be sorely disappointed with what little he had to offer, which meant they would likely kill him. Or perhaps torture him first. Sweat broke out across his brow, and not just from the heat of the summer sun — which had grown significantly hotter since their arrival. He had seen them approaching and could have avoided them by getting off the road, but it already looked like he wouldn’t reach Glenhill before dark. Now it looked like he may not reach the border town at all.

“Can we get on with this?” That came from the woman furthest back. Of the three, she had barely spared Horban a glance. Her features may have been pleasant with a softer expression other than the bored disdain they now wore. She sat astride her grey mount with her arms crossed over the pommel, the fingers of her right hand drumming lightly against the grip of a ghastly long sword hanging off the saddle’s side. She had other weapons. Five that Horban could spot. She seemed the type to have more that he couldn’t. “I’m getting awfully thirsty.”

“You’re always thirsty,” replied the tallest of the three. She carried only two weapons, which had the illusion of making her less a threat. In Horban’s experience that often meant quite the opposite.

“That I am, and not getting any less so.”

“Do you know the road to Dunruebin?” This came from the third woman. Shorter, rounder, armed with only a slim dagger at her waist, and a short staff tied across the pack behind her saddle. Her voice held a slight northern accent, and her blue eyes were the kindest of the lot.

Horban decided he liked her, and so turned his most sincere smile toward her. “Yes. Of course. I would be happy to point you in the right direction.”

Poor Horban.

I’m off. Once again like the White Rabbit in Alice in Wonderland.

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Things To Watch

As promised, I did try to get some video of lamb antics for you. Really I did. But, of course, when the opportunity came to film them in all their glory, they were less than cooperative. This ewe lamb has decided she’s my pal and typically follows me around while I’m doing chores. She made an effort to get her siblings to join in some lamb games for me, but to no avail. Just picture six of her friends all doing the same thing she is but at a high rate of speed.

Moving on…

This week’s WIPpet: 18 sentences plus a few bonus lines for the month, and because it just ended better that way. No context. I don’t think it’s needed. Just a reminder that the Needles are an assassin guild. THE assassin guild. Highly feared, highly effective.

“You don’t get it,” Roe said, shoving a shirt into the sack she’d grabbed to pack Fader’s things. “The Needles are watching you.”

“Even as I watch them.”

She paused in her packing to flick him a raised brow appraisal. “Right. Of course you do.” She pulled the cork on a bottle and sniffed its contents. Brandy. She took a swallow before recorking it and tucking it in next to the shirt. “You have to leave. Now.”

Roe turned to grab the remainder of the bread and stuff it into his pack. Fader reached past her to remove it and set it back on the table. Roe growled and made another grab for it, but he pushed her hand away so she scoured about for any other necessities he might need.

“Don’t you have any weapons?”

“I have no need of weapons,” he said. “And I am sworn never to bare steel against my fellow man.”

Roe blinked at him. “You’re what?” She waved the question away before he had a chance to answer. “Never mind. Doesn’t matter. You’ll never see it coming anyhow.”

Not much else to report this week so I’ll let you go with that. Have a great rest of your week now that (at least in some places) Spring is trying to make an appearance. (Although we were back below freezing again this morning.)

 

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Cuteness Takes the Sting Out

Last week I promised some pics of All The Cuteness that happens around here at this time of year. There are more pictures to be had at my Shadowdance Farm site. What I really need to do is get some video of the lambs racing while their moms are eating. There is absolutely nothing that can make the stress just slide away like watching a bunch of lambs playing together. It takes them a few days to figure out their legs, but once they do they’re like popcorn. Popcorn on crack. Crackcorn, if you will.

Anyhow, Daily Dose of Cute commencing now…

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Even just laying in the sun doing nothing they’re adorable.

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Here at the farm, there is quite a bit of lamb levitation that takes place.

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And running. For the sheer joy of legs. Legs that work. Legs that all cooperate (for the most part) and go in the same direction. That’s important when you have four.

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I believe this maneuver is called an ‘endo’. It hopefully doesn’t finish in a face plant. That would just be embarrassing.

There. Now if you get to feeling all sorts of sad or worried by the WIPpet below, just scroll back up and look at the lambs. Not that there’s anything disturbing about what I’m sharing this week. Not really. Maybe. You be the judge.

I could do convoluted WIPpet math for my selection this week: month + day / 2 from the year = 7 paragraphs. Or I could simply go with 20 sentences (if I counted correctly) for the 20 in the year. Take your pick. Potato, pahtahhhhto. In any case, herein follows the moment some of you have been waiting for — though likely not exactly how you imagined it. Trust me, it’s not how Roe imagined it either. I’m not sure if it will make the final cut. It’s part of one of those random scenes my muse threw at me that may or may not get worked into the final draft.

To give some context… Roe has been terribly injured and is on death’s door. (Remember, scroll to the lambs again if you must.)

He smiled. His hand felt cool against her cheek, his thumb gently rubbing along her chin. Roe’s eyes widened as she tried to focus on his face, but it blurred. Something touched her lips. His mouth? Roe swore. She’d waited how long for this moment? Been through how much because of him? And he had to wait until she lay dying in her own blood before he kissed her?

“Rat bastard,” she whispered when he finally lifted his head.

“Just so,” said quietly enough to scare her.

But his lips — unbelievably soft and tasting of ale and honey — kept her mind off the burning sensation that started above her left breast, spiraling toward her shoulder, then down to her elbow. That kept her mind off being unable to breathe. Or to feel her extremities. She knew they were cold though, so she must have been feeling them. Cold and heavy. Unlike the line of fire burning her skin where Fader’s finger moved in a repetitive pattern from breast to shoulder to elbow.

Roe tried to break the kiss, but Fader’s other hand held her face so she couldn’t turn away.

“Trust me as you claim you do,” he said against her mouth.

Her response came out mangled, her lips obviously not as talented as his at talking-while-kissing-while-dying.

If you need to look at lambs again, go ahead. I’ll wait.

In the realm of first kisses I’m thinking this one won’t go down as one of the best. Then again, depending on the outcome… and it is memorable, so there is that.

 

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WIPpet Wednesday

Howdy WIPpeteers and readers from far and wide. Welcome to another rousing edition of WIPpet Wednesday. I will admit, I’m a bit off my game today. I slept very little last night… many reasons. Also, It’s lambing season here. That comes complete with highs and lows. Highs are healthy, bouncy lambs (of which I’ll share some pics eventually), lows are the other end of the spectrum. I’ve had my share of both already. Suffice it to see, this isn’t the best year we’ve had.

Anyhow, I was going to give in and present a scene in which Fader and Roe finally… Nah! I don’t even know for sure if that one will make the final cut. So instead, some new words I wrote yesterday. When Roe refuses to help Fader because her prince (head of her guild) has told her to stay away from him, Fader decides perhaps he should meet with this prince himself and suggests as much to Roe. (Side note: if you remember the excerpt where Fader says he isn’t a speller, he’s not. That doesn’t stop Roe from calling him one.)

Fader cocked his head. “Will you take me to him?”

“It doesn’t work like that.”

Something rumbled up from the speller’s chest and Roe took a step back. She slid a hand along her belt until her fingers landed on the comforting grip of her favorite knife. His size didn’t guarantee his victory. Roe had scrapped with bigger men and lived to tell the tale. Well, maybe not bigger. Just as big. Or nearly as big. Fine, no one near as large or muscled, but that still didn’t mean he’d win. One lucky thrust could find his heart before he squashed her like a rat beneath a carriage wheel.

“How does it work?” he asked, irritation creeping into his voice.

So, a different side to Fader. We got a glimpse of it in their first meeting. He’s getting a wee bit growly.

That’s all I have for now. Time to take a nap.

 

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Witch Hunt: of the Blood Free Today!!

How much better can this week get? First Kate’s awesome cover reveal on Monday, and now this? Zow.  I was beyond honored when Devin O’Branagan invited me to contribute to this anthology. I also recalled being terrified as all get out. I mean, here I was, having to expand on a character from Devin’s world. A world with fans. I almost crawled into the corner and curled into a ball. But Devin and the group of authors chosen were a constant source of support and encouragement. And, by the reviews, I’d say we were a success in creating a wonderful anthology. If you enjoy paranormal, history, a splash of romance, adventure and even maybe a little mystery, then please pick up your Kindle  edition copy on Amazon. FREE for the day. Feel free to spread the word.

whcoverFive stand-alone novellas based on characters introduced in Devin O’Branagan’s bestselling novel, Witch Hunt. The anthology begins with O’Branagan’s own novella about the Hawthorne matriarch, Vivian. She and her fellow British witches work together to prevent a Nazi invasion during World War II. Then there is Colonial maiden, Bridget, who struggles with the guilt of failing her family in Salem, 1692. Her younger sister, Prissy, mysteriously disappears and finds another magical world. Julia, torn by family loyalties, love, and her spiritual quest, pays a huge price to continue the bloodline. And Miranda uses her powers against the great influenza outbreak of 1918 – but finds the ultimate foe is prejudice against her kind.

Discover what was left out of Witch Hunt and revisit your favorite characters with these exciting novellas. The story isn’t done until the battle’s lost and won.

 

 

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Well Met for WIPpet Wednesday

Happy Wednesday!! It sure does come around in a hurry, doesn’t it. Short and sweet because I’ve written basically nothing over the past week. Well, I’ve written words. None I’ll likely keep.

Anyhow, I’m back to The Adorned this week, but glad Shae and Brenner received much love last week. (Still considering that name change, Ruth.) This week’s WIPpet follows right along with Roe and Riddle’s scene from here, and begins with Riddle talking. Because of the first draft nature of this, there are two bracketed words which means I’ll fill them in once I know what to fill them in with. :D For the 25th of February, you get what might be 27 sentences (month + day). Then again, I may have counted wrong, but you get them anyhow.

“Bring the Adorned to Guiler’s by moonrise tomorrow.”

“How am I –“

Without appearing to move, Riddle suddenly sat so close Roe could smell the [something] rising from her skin. “We’ve got years between us, Gild Fingers. Isn’t that so? Good years by my memory.”

Roe didn’t dare to so much as twitch. “Good years by mine.”

“I’d hate to do that memory the injustice of sending you to [godofthieves], and then having to tell Pip. He’d take it hard. He’s a spot for you almost as soft as mine.”

“Rid–“

A single gloved finger rose into the tiny space between them to silence her. “You’re working for the Adorned. Helping him find something he’s lost. Tell him you found it, take him to Guiler’s, walk away. Go back to what you do best, Roe.” The hand reached out to tenderly cup her cheek. “You know I don’t ever want to be the cause of your end.”

“I’d rather you weren’t either.”

“You’ve got tonight. Tumble the man. He’ll be worth it, I can tell just watching him move. If Pip didn’t have my heart, I might just ask my Prince for a little time with the Adorned before the end.” Riddle guided Roe’s face to the opening of her hood and their lips brushed. “For the memories.”

And as a bonus for you Roe and Fader fans, my artistic muse would like to reward your steadfast loyalty with the following sketch entitled First Meeting. Hope you enjoy it.
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Cover Reveal ~ Torn by Kate Sparkes

I’m starting off this week with a visual bang and an absolutely gorgeous cover reveal for the second book in Kate SparkesBound Trilogy (if you haven’t read the first (and why not?), look below, there’s a sale on now). I’m rather partial to this cover because it may or may not be a portrait of one of my book boyfriends. If I had book boyfriends, that is. *cough* Cover art is by the obviously talented Ravven.

torn_fullAbout Torn: 

Aren Tiernal knows that safety is an illusion, that his cruel and powerful brother will never forgive his betrayal. Still, returning to Tyrea to challenge Severn for the throne would be suicide. It’s not until Severn himself comes to collect what’s owed to him that Aren decides to risk everything in an attempt to bring down the most powerful Sorcerer Tyrea has ever known. The mission seems doomed to fail, but it’s Aren’s only chance to save himself, his country, and the woman who thawed his heart.

Rowan Greenwood has troubles of her own. Though she should be a great Sorceress, years of being closed off from her magic have left her unable to control her incredible power. When a pair of ominous letters arrive from her home country, Rowan has to choose between her new life and a chance at saving her family—and just maybe changing an entire country’s beliefs about the evils of magic.

Torn apart by separate quests, Rowan and Aren will have to discover untapped strengths and confront their darkest fears in order to overthrow a ruler determined to destroy them both.

AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER ON AMAZON.COM

Release date: March 31, 2015

Limited time launch price: $2.99

How to connect with the author: Sparrowcat Press site    Twitter: @kate_sparkes    Instagram: kate.sparkes    Facebook

And, as promised, get yourself into the first book if you haven’t already read it:

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