It’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.
Oof. It’s been a rough week. I’d planned to have Shield of Kings done and off to beta readers by the end of Memorial Day, but it was not to be. I ran into a hitch at the end, one that requires some brainpower to resolve, and thanks to a severe, ongoing asthma attack, the brain is on standby until further notice. I’m trying not to panic, and know the brain will shortly follow the lungs back to working order, whenever that happens.
In the meantime, here’s a bit more from Shield of Kings. While the king and queen pack up and leave before an angry mob arrives, on the other side, Carina Felsing is trying to make the most of the situation.
“Come on,” Carina shouted, breaking into a run. She had to reach the docks before the guards there realized something was wrong. Only one member of the ruling council had followed her, but a handful of onlookers joined them as they left the big council chamber of Arenberg’s government hall.
Carina had rushed outside, hurrying in a different direction from the rest of the crowd. She knew who they were after, but hadn’t been able to make them see that the queen didn’t really matter. Even if they killed her today–that thought made Carina feel a little sick–it wouldn’t solve the real problem. If anything, it would make matters worse.
She wasn’t a council member, but always took her husband’s seat when he was away. She wished Tor were here now; he’d keep cool and come up with a good plan. Carina couldn’t ever keep her head from getting much too warm in an emergency; she was sure by now her face was red as a ripe beet’s, and the heat made it hard to think.