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It’s a second chance to share a small snippet of my current writing. Most weeks, I tie them back to my WIPpet Wednesday post, so reading both can give a deeper peek…
This ten-sentence snippet follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet , ”Proof Enough Already”
“Any Trust At All”
The Huntbreaker had done her job all too well – but of what use, to begin screaming about it, nearly in the same breath?
“Your precious Niaan is seldom here, anymore. Wouldn’t it be just like her to come, murder the Kai our mother, and then vanish again into those savage Wildlands she loves so well? Fools, both of you, to place any trust at all in such as her!”
Vaara said nothing; there was no need, and this matter of speaking as they did was still tiring and often perplexing. If she had the help of the Huntbreaker –
No. Not after the killing. Not after Niaan had denied her the answers she sought, the taste of the hot fresh blood of vengeance, the moment when the woman who had tormented her, who had been ever a chaotic and destructive constant in her life, would know that she had erred, and that it was a daughter of her own Line who would exact the payment, with her fangs.
Who is Niaan?
Why did she murder the Kai?
What answers was Vaara seeking?
Why did she want to repay the Kai with her own fangs?
Here’s the premise of the story, which doesn’t give much information, but might set the stage of possibility, just a bit…
A young exile who loses everything she values reinvents her life in effort to save both her peoples from her vengeful half-twin.
Yes, that’s all I’m offering as far as explanation goes, for today – well, that, and the links to my two #SoCS Saturday posts for this draft:
Nothing Else Mattered (the first scene in the novel, in it’s 481 word entirety).
Link this Saturday’s post here when complete…
One last thing….if you’re a fan of my favorite Vulcan and the human who loves her, don’t worry. They’re still trying to get my attention (Trip’s waving his arms, but T’Pol is just giving me ‘the stare’) and slipping bits of this and that into my head, even though they know I’m busy… so, sooner or later, they’re going to demand that I stop everything else and let them at it…or at each other…or at something else…
The point is, they’ll be back…they always are!
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