It’s in three documents for NaNoWriMo, that’s where 😉
Skip week this week. Have a few snippets of what I’m working on.
(Green is described as being “days where you did exceptionally well.” Yellow isn’t described, but those days I wrote less than 1667 of NaNoWriMo-logged words but was still above the Nano Daily Goal overall)
“I am your Aunt! I am your elder. And if you cannot be polite to your elders-”
“Then I imagine I’ll have trouble at work, yes.” Eva smiled crookedly. “I told you I’d look into the Matthews and I will.” Sometime this decade, for sure. “I assure you. You might ask Aunt Antonia about Cosette and see if she has any insight. There’s not all that much she knows, but she might – what’s the phrase – there might be something she doesn’t know that she knows.”Continue reading →
Stupid Bears… Deline found her hands clenching into fists. “Don’t,” she warned Carrone. “Don’t. Don’t say that. Not the Bear, not the Fox, not the Lynx. Don’t.”
His head jerked up and his lips curled back in something that might have been meant to be a smile. “Is there anything else my lady would like to demand of me?”
“It’s not a demand, you bull-headed git. It’s advice. It might be – there are living bears and foxes, living lynx and elk, and sometimes those make us very angry. Or kill us,” she added more quietly. “But we don’t insult them. We don’t insult them because this is the county of the Bear, and because The Bear, The Fox, The Lynx, The Elk, all of them, they are here, and they listen.” Continue reading →
Ezer cleared his throat. “How likely is this to interfere with our business?”
“I think,” Senga admitted quietly, “that it’s already doing so. I think that whatever happened with that job the other day, it was probably family-related – my family. I mean, unless you or Allayne have come up with enemies lately that you haven’t told me about.”
“What about Chitter?” Erramun looked between the two of them, ignoring the staff for the moment.
Ezer snorted. “She just makes online enemies. They’d hack the house – one of them made the icemaker spew ice all over the kitchen once – but they don’t generally sink to attempted murder. They think it’s messy and sort of below them, I think.”
“I suggest,” Deline murmured, her voice as low and her body as still as she could manage,” that you try to stay relatively still until I move. Also, if you are prone to praying, now would be a good time for it.” Behind him, she move her hand very slowly towards the biggest cluster of berries. “And when I move – hold your breath. It would be a good idea to close your eyes, too.”
He grunted in the affirmative. She watched the bear, hungry and ponderous, shifting towards them as it sensed that they were actually prey. She could hear Carrone’s heartbeat, his breath that he was struggling to keep even. She got her hand as far as it would move under the cover of Carrone’s back.
Please, Mother Bear, she prayed again, and in one quick movement, she grabbed the berries, crushed them in her hand, and threw them at the bear’s eyes.
With her other hand she grabbed Carrone and hauled him backwards. They tumbled back together, running before they got turned around, and dove into the cave. Continue reading →
“You think maybe Verve isn’t always going to be reading so maybe she can take a turn on dishes?”
“Afraid not,” Jenivere deadpanned back at him. “I am going to be reading until I die. That’s the problem with being a wizard — you literally can’t stop reading.”
She paused by the settee. One writer had spent a particularly long time describing this piece of furniture, in particular the way that is had cachobons set into the arms and three into the back of the piece. While the writer had not assumed they were magical in purpose or nature, such things had not been quite such common knowledge in the Harve i’s time.
She’d also ordered take-out from the one place willing to drive out to the middle of Nowhere and Cowsville, a pretty decent pizza-and-pub-food place in the nearest town. The pizza sat on the counter next to a soda; she wasn’t going to get pizza grease on Aunt Asta’s journals, even if she was subjecting them to heat, chemicals, and a light dabbing with distilled water.
It took them another fifteen minutes to calm Chitter down that time, during which the tea and coffee – and Chitter’s soda – arrived. The maid bringing the drinks made things either better or much worse by looking Chitter in the eye and apologizing for being late. “I had to feed the moat creature, you see.”
“Moat creature! Moat Creature! Wait…”
Five minutes later, Senga had managed to convince Chitter that there was no invisible moat and no moat creature. Five minutes after that, with Candavish’s amused help, they’d managed to calm her down.
“Honestly. You could have just told me that you were kidding,” she huffed.