Happy WIpet Day, Everyone! Because today is the 14th, this Wednesday’s WIPpet is 14 (short) paragraphs from The First House in honor of the fact that I have *cue flying monkeys and celebratory music* just stuck a fork in it, and am tossing it in front of some able-bodied Critters. I can hear the uproar already. “But you were supposed to be working on Emergence! Your Beta readers are waiting. What’s wrong with your priorities, woman?” Well, truth is, I hit a
huge sucking mud hole little snag in Emergence so I spent some time on my other two (three) TWO WIPs — that’s why I have more than one going at a time. Grady and Quinn just sort of finished themselves. That, of course, means I now have to get busy on the accompanying drawings and decide when/how to serialize it, etc. etc.
Here, once again, Grady finds himself in a bit of a situation. That boy just can’t keep himself away from trouble, can he?
He had just rounded a dense copse when he spotted a woman standing among the trees as though waiting for him. Grady reined in sharply. The woman stepped into the open and leveled a gaze at him, her emerald eyes sharp as a blade. The gossamer thin folds of the short dress she wore left very little to the imagination. If she had been a normal woman Grady would have found the sight hard to resist, but the translucent shimmer of her skin and mossy green color of her hair marked her as something other than human. A sprite, maybe, or some other Fae.
“You are the Darkness,” she said, her voice as hard as her gaze. “I have been searching for you.”
“Is that a fact?” Grady’s horse tossed its head and snorted, sidling sideways and giving the woman a wide-eyed appraisal. “And why is that?”
“To kill you of course.”
Grady sighed. “Love of gods, why does this always happen?”
“Because you are the Darkness.”
“Right. How silly of me to forget.”
“And because you have threatened my Heart.”
“Your heart?” Grady rubbed the back of his neck. “No offense, but I don’t normally take up with your kind. I’d likely remember if I had. Unless I was drunk. Really drunk. In either case, apologies for any misunderstanding between us. I’m generally quite candid about my intentions right up front. If you think I promised you any more than a night –“
The woman gave him a look of pure disgust. “Never would I lay with such as you.” She topped off the statement with a shudder. “I would rather take the horned beast of the underworld and all his spawn.”
Grady’s horse shied when the woman took a step forward. He spun the beast in a tight circle, never taking his eyes off her slight form. Before he could complete the spin, she threw herself at him. The horse tried to rear and though Grady dropped the reins his mount had already lost its balance. It lurched to the side and Grady threw himself clear, rolling to keep from getting crushed to death, or pommeled by its flailing hooves.
He gained a crouch, spinning as movement caught the corner of his eye. A flash of silver darted toward his throat and Grady tumbled back, bringing his foot up hard. The woman grunted and flipped over him. He heard her land as he scrambled to get back to his feet, finding them just in time to dance away from another viper-like thrust of her shimmering blade.
The damn woman was serious.
I spent some time trying to find a theme song for Grady but I couldn’t come across anything that resonated with me. I’m sure I’ll stumble upon something. He’s a bit complex so finding a song that feels like him is a tough challenge.