Happy Wednesday before Thanksgiving for those of you in places that actually celebrate Thanksgiving. I hope everyone has a safe and happy holiday. I also hope everyone is enjoying the WIPpeteer interviews. So far I’ve had ReGi and Kate stop by. This week Friday, however, I have to pre-empt WIPpeteer interviews as the fantabulous, uber talented Keri Lake is stopping by on herIf you like paranormal romance and urban fantasy, as well as drool-worthy hunks, badassery, kickassery, and drool-worthy hunks, then you want to read this book. Sear-ee-us-lee. If you think I’m kidding, check out some of the other stops on her tour or refresh your memory with the cover reveal. *passes out bibs*
Don’t despair, however, all ye fans of WIPterviews (cool word, yes?). They shall return on Monday. I’ll also be checking my list to see who I’m missing, so if it’s YOU (yeah, you know who you are) check your mailbox, or watch the sky for flying monkey delivery of mail . . . or other things. You know those monkeys.
Now, onto today’s WIPpet. For 11/27/13 I give you 11 sentences from page 27. Driev is limping because Phineus shot him in the arse with a crossbow. Thankfully, it wasn’t the best shot in the world.
I smiled. Phineus glared. His mouth worked and I waited expectantly, thinking he perhaps had something else to say. But then he simply turned and started shuffling down the hallway. I limped along at his heels like a faithful dog, hands clasped loosely behind my back, categorizing turns, doorways, windows, staircases, and every other nook and cranny between my cell and what turned out to be an ante-room outside the Marquesa’s bed chambers.
“Wait here,” Phineus said. “And don’t touch anything.”
He left by a side door. I remained standing in the center of the room even though I had my pick of several settees. There were also a collection of upholstered chairs surrounding a low table. Their gilded arms reflected the slice of late afternoon sunlight streaming in through the tall windows flanking a cold fireplace.
So far I’m on target to get this thing to Angry Robot. Anyone who fancies to
shred read it through prior to that, and can turn it around in a week, let me know. I’m thinking mid December. Although I could start feeding the edited bits out before that. Now, go forth and WIPpet.