Sunday, March 27, 2011

Yippee. SSS. Again. Here's Opening Lines for Ashes (May 2011)

Raw thirst dominated Lyle’s fantasy. Cracked ribs, battered leg, ankle bruised by the shackle, three broken fingers, deep slashes along inner thighs, and bone jutting through muscle in the left arm—it all lay crushed under the need for water. Images of shimmering droplets danced behind his crusted eyelids.

How long did it take for a male in his prime to die? The metal rod had been staked deep into the desert soil of Las Vegas.  Lyle no longer struggled against the chain, tried to shelter his skin from the searing heat, or screamed for a soul with a shred of human compassion to help him.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Commas , Hesitations ... Oh My

Line edits for Ashes are back in the hands of my abused line editor.
Maybe, just maybe, I've learned more about the most dreaded obstacles known to illiterates.

But my lines always seem to go racing out of control, thanks to characters constantly being distracted by the basic urges, such as lust for survival know.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

HEA: Six Last Lines to Father's Embrace

She’d come to accept my humans. To my delight she lured her pack, all ten of them, to bow to Father, with me behind him, despite our disease.

The changing grew even harder on Father as he aged, but in this moment he swaggered on four legs, a proud grandfather nuzzling my mewing offspring. In a few hours, little Gerranne and five cubs would be embraced in his arms, and my heart swelled with happiness.

I glanced to the sinking sun. Yellow as Gerra’s lovely eyes used to be, the rising moon always claimed dominance, glimmering with the memory of those we’d lost and illuminating those we found with affection.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Don't Argue With a Wolf Trying to Save Your Life. SSS

Carrying a gut-shot man out of the mountains isnt hard for a wolf wearing the body of a man. Getting the guy to understand he should take the wheel to find aid is much more difficult.

“Oh g-g-god, I can’t do this.” Teeth chattering, Jones’s shrunken skin reflected shades of blue.

“You can.” Father slapped Jones’s hands onto the wheel. “Sleep—I bite. Die—I eat.”

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Saturday, March 5, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday: Father's Embrace

Their's only one way a couple of wolves can easily carry the man shot by another man and seek aid. They've eaten from the corpse of a wolf-human, sister and daughter to them, to catch her illness.

The tremors slammed into me before dusk, intensifying with the darkening shadows. Father grabbed me, knocked the paws out from under me and rubbed my forepaws, then my hindquarters as I spasmed. His strong fingers and angry grunts eased the intensity of bones elongating, skin stretching, and my tail pushing its way into my backside, making me yearn for ten bears mauling me instead.

In my father’s arms, I became a man.

He lifted me as I tried to straighten on all fours, and eased me upward onto two.

“You’re one ugly human, son.”

I'd like to say thanks for all the wonderful comments these past couple months. It's been a priviledge reading clips from so many fantastic authors. I havent been able to comment on all (sunday's my only day off the paying job), but it's been alot of fun trying.

Friday, March 4, 2011

Paranormal and Fantasy Month

Thanks to a lovely host, Cheryl, my interview splotlighting Ashes is up at Books, Products & More today.