I haven’t spent much time with Ethan and Rainie over the past week so for today’s WIPpet I go back to Quinn and Grady. Remember them? The royal brothers in search of a missing relic? My sandbox turned official WIP? Here I give you 26 sentences from page 6 of First House in all its first draft loveliness.
Grady gave his hood a sharp snap that sent beads of water scattering. The rain had set in before they left Ballis’s hut. Grady suggested they not leave until morning but Quinn had a fire in his britches about getting back home. Something the old master had said, no doubt. The man talked in obscurities that Grady had little patience for. His brother, on the other hand, had always been a more rapt pupil.
The certainty that Fairling and his men waited for them along the road bothered Grady worse than the steady rain. A fight in the open — him and Quinn against the four of them — that would be a stimulating workout, especially with the axe-wielding lug, but certainly winnable. Being ambushed on the road, however, in the rain and gathering dark, significantly skewed things in favor of Fairling. Grady couldn’t hear anything but the steady patter of the rain on the leaves, and the sloppy squelching of the horses’ hooves in the mud. Straining to see through the gloom only made his eyes hurt and his temper fray.
“Honestly, Quinn,” he said. “If you’re looking to get us killed, the wrong word dropped in the right ear would do the trick over a nice glass of port. I’d prefer to go down swinging, but going down drunk and dry would work just as well at the moment.”
“The sooner we get the Stone, the sooner we can get home.”
“You mean, the sooner we can collect old Master Ballis and then get home?”
Quinn said nothing. Grady halted his horse and reached across for his brother’s arm to stop him as well. “Quinn, tell me we’re going back for Ballis.”
But his brother kept his eyes on his horse’s ears. “Let’s just get the Stone, all right?”
“Blast it all, Quinn! I didn’t –“
Something hit Grady high in his right shoulder, jerking his arm forward. It took a moment for the pain to register. Right along with the reason for it as another arrow hissed between them and bit into a tree.
I also want to give a shout out to a new, burgeoning Blog Hop called Mirth & Music Monday started up by the ingenious ReGi McClain. I meant to join in this week, but my schedule started Insanity as of last Thursday and will not lighten up again until the second week of July. So I’m hoping for the 15th.
In the meantime, the second pass at Emergence is stumbling along. Mainly stumbling due to said Insane Schedule. I’ve done a little more on Crossing Paths, and quite a bit of brainstorming for First House. I’m also starting to think about the cover for Emergence as well as marketing plans. Unfortunately, not much will happen on any of that for the next week and a half. Though that sounds like complaining, it’s really not because the Insanity included a family wedding, which leads into two stockdog clinics on back-to-back weekends, and a week with two of my favorite Sistas. (Not to be confused with my siblings. These are friblings. Which are friends who are as close as siblings — or closer.) I’m thinking that along with totally wearing me out, this will also rejuvenate my spirit.
I won’t be able to check in on line much during this time either, but will definitely try to pay my dues to WIPpet Wednesday, including visiting everyone’s contribution. Now, go forth and WIPpet.
Yeah, that’s right.