Weekend Writing Warriors: Snippet 90- Anton

weekend writing warriorsIt’s time for Weekend Writing Warriors! Every Sunday, a bunch of writers post 8-10-sentence snippets from their WIPs on their blogs. There’s a lot of reading, commenting and great writing. Click on the link to see the full list.

From Hammer of the Gods: Anton and Count Arian Orland are finally back on the road with Orland’s army, hoping to meet up with King Lennart when he invades. They’re crossing wine country during the grape harvest and enjoying a village wine festival, or three. Anton has just over-indulged. He passes out and wakes up in the middle of the night in the deserted village square. Skandar is Anton’s horse. Slightly edited.

Anton stumbled down the dark, quiet street and found the inn they were staying at, but it was too much work to go upstairs and find the count’s room. So he laid down on the floor in the dining room, and slept soundly until the kitchen maid kicked him, shrieked, then fell right on top of him. There was a commotion until Anton woke up enough to reassure her he was a guest and not some kind of bandit. That didn’t help his pounding head, and the count laughed for a long time when someone told him what happened with the kitchen maid.

“I’ll get a barrel of wine just for you. There’s room in my wagons.” The count thought it was the funniest thing, though Anton didn’t agree.

His head didn’t clear up until much later in the day, by which time he’d had to ride fifteen leagues. Every step Skandar took felt like a hammer to his head. “I’ll never drink wine again,” he muttered.

Fortunately for Anton (or maybe not), there’s a variety of alcohol in the world.

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35 Comments on “Weekend Writing Warriors: Snippet 90- Anton

  1. LOL That is very funny, though I’m sure his head did hurt the next day. Great snippet! 🙂

  2. Not a drinker myself, this scene is so real (based on others I’ve seen who have imbibed). Lots of humor. Great snippet.

  3. Pfft, reminds me of my partner when he indulges. I don’t drink so I’ve all the “fun” of watching everyone else get sozzled and walk into bookcases.

    Ah… Well, at least there’s always ale or cider or mead… or more wine if Anton’s a masochist.

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