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July 17, 2012
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July 15, 2012
Six Sentence Sunday - 15 Jul 2012
This week I need to "encourage" my muse a little, so I've chosen to present six from a WIP, tentatively titled Radiq, a swords and sorcery M/M/M menage adventure.
Radiq reined in his horse atop the rise; the stallion blew and stamped, its breath billowing in the cool morning air. Their shadows stretched out before them, pointing the way to Thal Qedoq--The City of the Red Mages--that lay nestled in the foothills of the Great Western Mountains, its gates overlooking the Valley of Sha Harim. He’d be riding through those gates by mid-day, although ten years ago he’d ridden out those same gates and sworn never to return--but that oath meant little when weighed against the life of the man he loved.
Ironically, saving that life would mean sacrificing his love. Prince Vadim could no more be Radiq’s mate than Radiq could fly to one of the pale moons, which even now faded as the sun grew stronger. Sighing a cloud of his own into the air, Radiq kicked the stallion into a trot and headed down the talus slope.
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Radiq reined in his horse atop the rise; the stallion blew and stamped, its breath billowing in the cool morning air. Their shadows stretched out before them, pointing the way to Thal Qedoq--The City of the Red Mages--that lay nestled in the foothills of the Great Western Mountains, its gates overlooking the Valley of Sha Harim. He’d be riding through those gates by mid-day, although ten years ago he’d ridden out those same gates and sworn never to return--but that oath meant little when weighed against the life of the man he loved.
Ironically, saving that life would mean sacrificing his love. Prince Vadim could no more be Radiq’s mate than Radiq could fly to one of the pale moons, which even now faded as the sun grew stronger. Sighing a cloud of his own into the air, Radiq kicked the stallion into a trot and headed down the talus slope.
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July 7, 2012
Six Sentence Sunday - 08 Jul 2012
Today I'm continuing with Ars Daemonica. This six introduces Ashe, our love interest.
Ashe reclined, relishing the warm, etheric headiness of his cognac as he sank into an exceedingly comfortable leather wingchair. The dry smoke of a tobacco cigar—a new-style thing from some colony called Connecticut—married quite well with the cognac. His father was right—as much as it pained Ashe to admit—London was educational, even to one of Ashe's age.
The Phoenix Club, although a pale offspring of its Hellfire sire, boasted not only some of the finest refreshment to be had in Victoria's Britain but also a great number of Her Majesty's most handsome subjects. Despite their more peculiar interests, the members of the Phoenix men's club were singularly well-bred. Ashe cast a languid eye over the room, making a few selections for later that evening.
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Ashe reclined, relishing the warm, etheric headiness of his cognac as he sank into an exceedingly comfortable leather wingchair. The dry smoke of a tobacco cigar—a new-style thing from some colony called Connecticut—married quite well with the cognac. His father was right—as much as it pained Ashe to admit—London was educational, even to one of Ashe's age.
The Phoenix Club, although a pale offspring of its Hellfire sire, boasted not only some of the finest refreshment to be had in Victoria's Britain but also a great number of Her Majesty's most handsome subjects. Despite their more peculiar interests, the members of the Phoenix men's club were singularly well-bred. Ashe cast a languid eye over the room, making a few selections for later that evening.
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July 1, 2012
Six Sentence Sunday - 01 Jul 2012
Today I'm taking six from the opening of Ars Daemonica, my contribution to the M/M Romance group's Love is Always Write story event:
One name … one simple name was all he needed … but he had to locate the damned book first!
Turning another dank corner, Melizander followed the greenish light of Doctor Pogue's Heatless Lantern down another grimy, web-hung corridor. For weeks he had searched, poking and prodding the walls and bookcases of Somerset House, until he found what the Royal Society had long kept hidden—an undercroft. A maze filled with discarded ideas, experimental equipment and quite a surprising bit of rubbish. Had he not known better, Melizander would have sworn the warren of storage rooms had been abandoned since Sir Newton chaired the Society.
To the Society's credit the spaces were supremely organized; like with like, each chamber housed a myriad of items, all equally dust-laden--yet still no books.
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One name … one simple name was all he needed … but he had to locate the damned book first!
Turning another dank corner, Melizander followed the greenish light of Doctor Pogue's Heatless Lantern down another grimy, web-hung corridor. For weeks he had searched, poking and prodding the walls and bookcases of Somerset House, until he found what the Royal Society had long kept hidden—an undercroft. A maze filled with discarded ideas, experimental equipment and quite a surprising bit of rubbish. Had he not known better, Melizander would have sworn the warren of storage rooms had been abandoned since Sir Newton chaired the Society.
To the Society's credit the spaces were supremely organized; like with like, each chamber housed a myriad of items, all equally dust-laden--yet still no books.
The story is available at no charge in EPUB, MOBI, and PDF formats here.
Be sure to visit the other Sixers here.
Thanks for stopping by!
'Til next time!
June 24, 2012
Six Sentence Sunday - 24 Jun 2012
Today we have six more from my pirate-themed WIP, Caribbean Son. Last week we met Richard, the unhappy son of the British Governor of Barbados.
“Master Richard?”
Richard jumped, striking his hand against the iron railing, and swore, “Hobbs--damn you--don’t you knock?”
“I beg your pardon, young sir”--the butler pursed his lips, breathing in sharply through his nose--“but I knocked repeatedly and received no answer.”
“Then perhaps you should not have entered, since you were unbidden--what do you want?” Richard snapped as he turned back into the room, nursing his hand, and moved to the sideboard to pour a glass of water.
“I beg you pardon, but his Honor the Governor has sent a messenger, who is to deliver his message only to you directly, and the messenger awaits your pleasure in the library,” Hobbs replied coolly, then turned and exited the room, leaving the door ajar.
What could Father want now?
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“Master Richard?”
Richard jumped, striking his hand against the iron railing, and swore, “Hobbs--damn you--don’t you knock?”
“I beg your pardon, young sir”--the butler pursed his lips, breathing in sharply through his nose--“but I knocked repeatedly and received no answer.”
“Then perhaps you should not have entered, since you were unbidden--what do you want?” Richard snapped as he turned back into the room, nursing his hand, and moved to the sideboard to pour a glass of water.
“I beg you pardon, but his Honor the Governor has sent a messenger, who is to deliver his message only to you directly, and the messenger awaits your pleasure in the library,” Hobbs replied coolly, then turned and exited the room, leaving the door ajar.
What could Father want now?
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June 17, 2012
Six Sentence Sunday - 17 Jun 2012
For today I'm posting the opening of a new story, Caribbean Son, set in Barbados in 1713, which will, of course, include pirates!
Richard glared across the estate’s lawn, a scowl darkening his usually animated face, as he stood on the balcony of his bedroom suite, looking south toward Carlisle Bay. Groves of acacia and man jack obscured the beach, but did little to dampen the sound of the rollers crashing on the sand; the prevailing wind carried their roar along with the scents of hibiscus and cut sugar cane. God, how he hated this damned island!
He hated the humidity, hated the ignorant natives and hated his father for accepting the governorship. His life in London had been full of friends; here, all but marooned in the eastern Caribbean, he missed them all. But mostly he missed Thomas--to be honest it was Thomas’ prick that he missed most.
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Richard glared across the estate’s lawn, a scowl darkening his usually animated face, as he stood on the balcony of his bedroom suite, looking south toward Carlisle Bay. Groves of acacia and man jack obscured the beach, but did little to dampen the sound of the rollers crashing on the sand; the prevailing wind carried their roar along with the scents of hibiscus and cut sugar cane. God, how he hated this damned island!
He hated the humidity, hated the ignorant natives and hated his father for accepting the governorship. His life in London had been full of friends; here, all but marooned in the eastern Caribbean, he missed them all. But mostly he missed Thomas--to be honest it was Thomas’ prick that he missed most.
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June 10, 2012
Six Sentence Sunday - 10 Jun 2012
Today I've chosen six lines from Les Bon Temps in order to celebrate the release of The Love that Never Dies over at Renaissance eBooks.
Previously (25 Mar 12) our narrator had just driven up to his deceased great-uncle Jean-Luc's Louisiana plantation:
My father was the executor of the estate, but we lived in Texas, so it took some time before someone was designated to go close up the old house and figure out what to do with Jean-Luc’s effects. Being unemployed, I was elected.
I wasn’t thrilled with the commission--Uncle Luc’s house was haunted. Now there's nothing unusual about old plantation homes in the South being haunted: everyone is familiar with the stories surrounding Oak Alley near New Orleans. Normally the ghost in question is some lovely, wispy "white lady" or a small child who giggles or cries through the night.
Not the ghost at Bois Blanc.
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Previously (25 Mar 12) our narrator had just driven up to his deceased great-uncle Jean-Luc's Louisiana plantation:
My father was the executor of the estate, but we lived in Texas, so it took some time before someone was designated to go close up the old house and figure out what to do with Jean-Luc’s effects. Being unemployed, I was elected.
I wasn’t thrilled with the commission--Uncle Luc’s house was haunted. Now there's nothing unusual about old plantation homes in the South being haunted: everyone is familiar with the stories surrounding Oak Alley near New Orleans. Normally the ghost in question is some lovely, wispy "white lady" or a small child who giggles or cries through the night.
Not the ghost at Bois Blanc.
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And get a copy of The Love that Never Dies today!
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June 3, 2012
Six Sentence Sunday - 03 Jun 2012
For today it's back to Side Effects. We rejoin our would-be scientist, Max, as he and Damien discuss getting their prospective research project okayed by their professor:
"Why me?" I asked.
"Well, I did all the hard work--besides he likes you better than me."
"That's only because I don't argue every point he tries to make during the lecture."
"No, it's because you," Damien chuffed my shoulder with his fist as he grinned his silly lopsided grin, "are just an apple-polishing little squib."
"And you," I poked him in the chest as I picked up his verbal gauntlet, "are an over-educated, under-socialized mental behemoth."
And so we went, back and forth, all the way to Professor Simmons' office--he really does like me better.
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"Why me?" I asked.
"Well, I did all the hard work--besides he likes you better than me."
"That's only because I don't argue every point he tries to make during the lecture."
"No, it's because you," Damien chuffed my shoulder with his fist as he grinned his silly lopsided grin, "are just an apple-polishing little squib."
"And you," I poked him in the chest as I picked up his verbal gauntlet, "are an over-educated, under-socialized mental behemoth."
And so we went, back and forth, all the way to Professor Simmons' office--he really does like me better.
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May 26, 2012
Six Sentence Sunday - 27 May 2012
Today's six are from my story, Sky Riding, which debuts later this week on Amazon. Our narrator, Thad, is bungee jumping for the first time:
I went to the opening in the guardrail and looked down--my knees went soft--so I grabbed onto the rail for support. A hundred and fifty feet is a long way down, particularly when there's nothing below you but a bright blue bull's-eye. The worst part is that the cord attaches under the platform so that you can't see it--it's like there's nothing, just you and space and a parking lot.
"Relax, man, just let go and jump," Jose coached.
"Easy for you to say." I spoke to the air—-I couldn't make myself turn around to look at him.
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I went to the opening in the guardrail and looked down--my knees went soft--so I grabbed onto the rail for support. A hundred and fifty feet is a long way down, particularly when there's nothing below you but a bright blue bull's-eye. The worst part is that the cord attaches under the platform so that you can't see it--it's like there's nothing, just you and space and a parking lot.
"Relax, man, just let go and jump," Jose coached.
"Easy for you to say." I spoke to the air—-I couldn't make myself turn around to look at him.
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May 19, 2012
Six Sentence Sunday - 20 May 2012
Today we have six more from Side Effects. Damien has revealed that he may have misled Doctor Wellstone by using Max's father's name:
"Who just happens to chair the state's mental health licensing board! He'll roast me alive!"
"Your father will never have to know." Damien's eyes finally met mine. They were hazel with green flecks and glowed with excitement--or maybe that was just the afternoon sunlight. "All we need is three or four subjects for observation before and after their sessions; it will be completely anonymous for them-—we won't even know their names."
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"Who just happens to chair the state's mental health licensing board! He'll roast me alive!"
"Your father will never have to know." Damien's eyes finally met mine. They were hazel with green flecks and glowed with excitement--or maybe that was just the afternoon sunlight. "All we need is three or four subjects for observation before and after their sessions; it will be completely anonymous for them-—we won't even know their names."
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