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OK, here’s the situation. Last Wednesday, I posted “Eat Up” with Captain Archer ordering T’Pol to eat her plomeek broth. Then, on Sunday, I posted the next snippet, “You Missed My Boots”, for WeWriWa’s #8sunday.
T’Pol – let’s just say that she’s not feeling so well, just now. And a sick Vulcan maybe needs privacy more than comforting – or, at least any comforting that doesn’t come from a certain engineer of her acquaintance…
So, she’s taking a bit of a hiatus, and hoping her stomach will resume cooperating with her.
Which means that I’m back to Foul Deeds Will Rise, the second volume in my Trueborn Weft series.
Both of them have talked about or interacted with Niaan – Tacivaar in a way that was devastating in its unintended by undeniable cruelty – but, thus far, we haven’t officially entered Niaan’s reality.
Today, that changes. We meet Niaan in the aftermath of her Huntleader’s betrayal, and her own poison-induced terrors…
Today is August 12, 2015.
I’ve got 12 sentences today.
A Whisper of Truth
Niaan missed the branch she was reaching for, and nearly fell the six lengths to the ground before catching another by the fingertips, and using it to launch herself to the next tree.
There was an easier way to do this – why did she not simply drop her outer shape, and wear Huntform?
“No!” The cry broke powerfully from her throat, punctured by fangs of pain – it emerged barely a panted whisper –
A whisper of truth.
She would not take Lynxform, now. She could not.
The danger was too great.
She swung from the new branch, caught the next easily, but it wouldn’t be so if she couldn’t stop her shudderings. She was moving upward, knowing that she wasn’t safe on the ground, knowing that she would not be, unless she wove a bower –
But how could she take the time, when the Hunters were ever nearer?
What is the danger Niaan fears?
Will she find safety, or fall?
Will she risk taking Lynxform?
Who are the Hunters?
How does she know they’re ‘ever nearer’?
I’ll be posting the next eight lines from this scene for #8sunday, if you’d like to learn more.
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