Ally's Snippets Sunday December 8

Hi! It's terrific to see you here today!

I'm still working on the novel I started during NaNoWriMo, bringing it up to publishing length, then rewrite, edit and polish. Since that's the story that is running around in my head these days, I thought I'd share another snippet. This is an elven urban fantasy currently entitled Cross Keys.

In this unedited excerpt, the heroine, Kameo, and her younger sister are attending the King's Harvest Ball in the company of Kam's boyfriend, Caleb. While he's away for the moment, the sisters are sizing up the room.
(Note: Having longer lives than humans, elves have extended developmental stages, and at age twenty-two the younger sister Esty would still be considered a teen.)

EXCERPT:

"Did Aaron McClanahan ask you to dance?" Kam kept her voice low.

Esty blushed and dropped her eyes. "He did. Oh, Kammy, he is so wonderful."

"Wonderful? Oh, girl, you have it bad." Still, Kam wondered if it was mostly hormones talking. At twenty-two, Esty's body was still developing. She'd been in love three times in the past year.

As if to prove her point, her sister suddenly pulled on her sleeve. "Speaking of handsome, Seth Lormarc just arrived. What a waste to give all that sexiness to someone I can't have."

"Hush," Kam warned. "Mother would be appalled to hear you talk like that."

"Well, don't you think he's sexy?" Esty wasn't the least bit cowed by her sister's attitude. "He's more your age too." Esty's eyes danced. She loved to tease her about the five years difference in their ages.

"Stop that. I would never think about a Lormarc in that way." But in fairness, Kam turned to take a look at him. The man in question, who must be in his early thirties, was deep in conversation with his grandfather Harad, the head of the Lormarc family, and with his great uncle Jermon, so all she could really see was his profile. The strong sculptured features said don't mess with me.

Probably bad tempered and arrogant too, she thought. His black hair was tousled in a windswept, casual style; his body muscled and taunt, as if containing an energy resistant to control. She supposed he might be considered attractive—if you liked the type.

She scanned the room until she found Caleb, charming, polished. Compared to him, something about Seth Lormarc seemed wild, untamed. Esty's voice brought her back to the conversation.

"Well, I think he's cute. Ooh, and there is his equally handsome cousin Rhyder." Esty stifled a giggle. "I'd take either one of them. Who cares about some old family feud."


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