Silverlight Teaser
Revisions on Silverlight are going great, and I'm looking at a possible January 2016 date for publication.
Here's a bit of a Silverlight teaser, from Magnus Tyrix's point of view:
“Mr. Tyrix! That woman! She’s coming back!” Tomas shouted.
I glanced up from my mid-day meal. That woman?
Kymber?
Tomas sprinted from the kitchen, disheveled and out of breath. “It’s her. She’s coming back on the horse she stole!”
I rose to go and greet her when I heard my front door slam into the foyer. No, not slam exactly.
I heard wood splintering, nails squealing as they were jerked from the frame. I was about to ask Tomas if she looked angry when the door into the dining room exploded open.
I sat back down, mouth agape. Kymber had ridden the horse through my house into the dining room. My eyes nearly fell into my lap when she urged the horse up onto the table, knocking over a full bottle of my best mead in the process.
She smiled. “Hello, Magnus. We need to talk. When will you be available?”
Swallowing my astonishment, I stared up at her. Her clothing, her face, her hair—she was covered with dried blood and smelled like a butchered animal. Her eyes were sharp and fierce, blue ice in a blizzard.
My warrior had returned to me, but I couldn’t smile, lest she spill my blood this day. “Hello, Kymber. I’m available now.”
She slid off the horse, a booted foot landing on either side of my plate, and threw the reins to Tomas. Then she kicked me square in the chest with every ounce of strength she possessed. I fell over backward in the chair. My head hit the wall and I slid to the floor.
“Get up,” she snarled.
I did as commanded, righting the chair and reseating myself. My cock was so damned hard I thought it would burst. God, I loved this woman.
Here's a bit of a Silverlight teaser, from Magnus Tyrix's point of view:
“Mr. Tyrix! That woman! She’s coming back!” Tomas shouted.
I glanced up from my mid-day meal. That woman?
Kymber?
Tomas sprinted from the kitchen, disheveled and out of breath. “It’s her. She’s coming back on the horse she stole!”
I rose to go and greet her when I heard my front door slam into the foyer. No, not slam exactly.
I heard wood splintering, nails squealing as they were jerked from the frame. I was about to ask Tomas if she looked angry when the door into the dining room exploded open.
I sat back down, mouth agape. Kymber had ridden the horse through my house into the dining room. My eyes nearly fell into my lap when she urged the horse up onto the table, knocking over a full bottle of my best mead in the process.
She smiled. “Hello, Magnus. We need to talk. When will you be available?”
Swallowing my astonishment, I stared up at her. Her clothing, her face, her hair—she was covered with dried blood and smelled like a butchered animal. Her eyes were sharp and fierce, blue ice in a blizzard.
My warrior had returned to me, but I couldn’t smile, lest she spill my blood this day. “Hello, Kymber. I’m available now.”
She slid off the horse, a booted foot landing on either side of my plate, and threw the reins to Tomas. Then she kicked me square in the chest with every ounce of strength she possessed. I fell over backward in the chair. My head hit the wall and I slid to the floor.
“Get up,” she snarled.
I did as commanded, righting the chair and reseating myself. My cock was so damned hard I thought it would burst. God, I loved this woman.
Published on October 07, 2015 18:32
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