Six Sentence Sunday - 22 Jul 2012

This week I'm offering another six from my WIP, Radiq. Our hero has entered the City of the Red Mages and makes his way to their Guild House:


The noon sun beat upon Radiq's shoulders, flattening his resolve like a slug of iron upon an anvil. As much as he wanted to, there was little the warrior-turned-ambassador could do to delay the inevitable approach to the Guild House—the streets of Thal Qedoq were nearly empty, the city's inhabitants having escaped indoors away from the broiling heat. His mission was simple: He need only meet with the Red Guild Master and secure his assistance—for surely the greatest mage in the eastern world would readily know the location of a crown lost for three millennia?

Radiq snorted at the ludicrousness of that thought. His real concern should be avoiding an encounter with Marron—his brother would unquestionably want to pick up the fight where Radiq had dropped it ten years ago—and Radiq had no time to spare on Vadim's behalf. "Oh, my prince," he thought, "why did you have to contract marriage with a sorceress—and then break the engagement?"

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