So, here it is, the first of May. Numero Uno. One. Single. Singular. And, oh, how it pokes at the evil in me. What do I give you for today’s WIPpet? One page? Something from Chapter One? One paragraph, one sentence or . . . one. Single. Word?
Okay, I wanted an image here so did a search for “evil maniacal laughter” and came up with this:
Call me weak, but I really can’t pass Colin Farrell by. Even if he does need to wipe his chin and really, no one’s laughing here.
What I really wanted was something like this:
Admittedly, you’ll want to scroll back up to gaze at Colin Farrell. I know I did.
Moving on. I need to mention there are currently TWO GIVEAWAYS involving First of Her Kind, which is awesome and I’m fine with the fact it blew my idea of doing a Guess the One Liner Giveaway. So, to plug those giveaways, here are the links: Stop by Alana Terry’s Blog Lightly Salted, read her thought-provoking post on A Christian’s Response to Fantasy Novels, and enter the giveaway. Then, visit the wonderful site Silk Screen Views where they’ve posted both an interview with moi and are hosting an Evil Villian Contest wherein you can win an e-book version of First of Her Kind. Go. Now. I’ll wait.
Back so soon? Okay, well, here you go then, the next 11 paragraphs of the nonWIP WIP just to finish off this section. I’m not sure if I’ll give any more of this out. I may, or may not, have plans for the boys. Maybe. Cause, well, that second picture? That’s me. Quite ’round the bend.
Last week we ended with Quinn asking Ballis why he ran. You’re getting a bonus line or two as I’m going to give you a lead in from last week. But it’s all out of potential Chapter ONE, so it’s all good.
Quinn rubbed his chin. “Then why did you run? Why hide here in some hovel in the Farwood? And if you didn’t take the stone, who did?”
“I didn’t say I did not take the stone. Of course I took it. Who else could have, hmm?”
Quinn ran his fingers through the thick waves of his light hair, massaging the back of his neck. “I’m tired, Master. We have been on the road for the better part of a cycle looking for you. I feared for your life. I fear for your life now if you don’t turn over the stone or tell us where it is. I can only protect you for so long.”
“You need not be concerned with protecting me, my prince.” Ballis patted the hand still resting on his knee. A strong hand. Firm. As his had been once upon a time. “Who protects your father in your absence?”
Quinn’s head snapped up and his eyes narrowed. “His guard, as always.” He studied Ballis’s face. “Are you suggesting my father is in danger?”
“A king is always in danger, Quinn. You would do well to remember that.”
“What have you done?”
Ballis touched his fingers to his chest. “Me? Nothing. I am not your enemy. I have ever been faithful to the First House of Shadonn and will remain so until my death.”
“Which will be sooner than either of us would like if you –“
A figure blocked the light from the doorway. “We have company.”
Quinn’s brow furrowed. “You wouldn’t know anything about this, would you, Ballis?”
Ballis clenched his jaw and shook his head. Sometimes letting the bones lie where they landed proved to be the best course of action.
WIPpeteers rule. Just sayin’. Now go have fun. Write, read, play, dance, sing, meditate…feed your soul. It’s that kind of day.
Dang, almost forgot. ROW80 update: I am rocking Emergence. *happy dance, happy dance* I’m through some rough patches, found my stride, and am making great progress toward the end of the first draft. HOWEVER, in light of certain comments and reviews wherein readers were not pleased with my cliffhanger ending in First of Her Kind, I am now considering ending the series after Book Two, which will mean altering the end of Emergence. Because, seriously, if readers are ticked at me for how I ended Book One, I’ll be drawn and quartered for my already written ending of Book Two. I’m still deciding. I can use the ending, but finish it with a bow on top. Or . . . not. Remains to be seen.