Did you miss Monday’s WIPterview with Elaine Jeremiah? It’s still there so wander over and check it out. Friday we’ll have another doozy, so make sure you come back for that. I also want to give a shout-out to the talented Rachel O’Laughlin author of Coldness of Marek and the soon to be released second book in the series, Knights of Rilch (which I cannot wait to get my hands on). Get thee over to the Cover Reveal and enter the awesome giveaway and perhaps you will get your hands on it as well.
I’m still on the fence as to whether to throw in the towel on my Angry Robot goal or not. If you would have asked me Sunday or Monday it would have been a resounding Hells Yes! Today . . . I may as well keep plugging away at it and see what happens. My characters, however, keep doing unexpected things. The result is a new character and a minor storyline I hadn’t planned on. Also, the two days next week I thought I’d have to myself, turns out the hubby has off as well. *insert grumpy face* Not that I don’t enjoy spending time with the hubby. Just. . . um . . . I prefer it on my terms and he tends to just pop in and say, “What are you doing?” Followed shortly by, “I want to do some chasing.” Which, unfortunately, he can’t ever seem to do without me.
Okay, enough whining. For today, more from CB (which should now be CBC as I’ve gone to calling it The Coinblade Chronicles). I went to page 18 and give you 25 lines. WIPpet math rules again. Warning, if you’re sensitive about throwing up (some folks are) then you might not want to read this. Driev found himself on the receiving end of a blast that threw him across the room. What follows is after he has been tended and is waking up.
The ceiling that wandered into my blurred vision rippled and swirled above me like heavy cream. I closed my eyes and begged my stomach to be still. I should have stayed that way, but now that I’d clawed my way back to consciousness I wanted nothing more than to be in my own bed. Or at my table by the chimney in the Tart. Fool that I am, I opened my eyes.
Ribs are both necessary and troublesome. According to The Physic’s Guide to the Anatomical Construct of the Human Form, they serve to protect a very vital array of internal organs. In which case, the gods might have thought about making them of sterner stuff because they become a problem when they are damaged. A fair amount of padding beneath leather will help protect them from most abuse handed out in my current line of work. There isn’t much that will keep them hail and whole when slammed forcefully into a stone wall. In such a condition, one of the worst things you can do is retch. Trust me on this.
I managed to clear the side of the bed when the contents of my stomach won the battle to reacquaint themselves with the world. The resulting pain only encouraged everything remaining in my gut to make a run for it as well, drowning the scream I wanted to emit. It continued until I was fairly certain my stomach had turned inside out. Matters went from bad to stab-me-through-the-heart-and-end-it-all when I landed face down on the thin, vomit-covered carpeting. Had I the breath or the strength I would have cursed every god and goddess, greater and lesser, of every pantheon I knew.
I’ve no idea how long I laid there alternately praying for death and cursing. Eventually I worked up the courage to get my arms beneath me and try for hands and knees. Only after gaining them did I realize my left arm worked again. I sent a tiny thanks to the pantheons for that. In the grand scheme of things, however, I expected more. Not that I’m greedy, mind. But there must be balance in all things, yes?
“What in the Cloaked One’s name –“
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