Monday, September 29, 2008

Nothing to Say....

I haven't posted in awhile. Basically, nothing to say. I'm waiting to see how the election and the stock market do, and writing.

Here's a snippet of what I'm currently working on.

Please don't quote or post elsewhere, first draft.

Deyna opened the door, and a bell rang somewhere in the back of the shop. Except for a couple of comfortable-looking chairs and a table, the front was empty. She let the door swing shut and stood without moving.

Motion from the back of the room caught her gaze. A curtain swung in the draft created by opening the front door.

“You can come out, Morion Grey Cloak,” Deyna said. “I know you’re there.”

Some indeterminate thumps sounded. Deyna felt a twitch of amazement. Morion entered the room on crutches, dragging a useless left leg behind him.

She shook off the amazement and held up the knife. “Yours?”

“Mine,” he acknowledged.


His deep-set eyes surveyed her. “Right to the point. I like that. I had to make sure you came here and that you’d need my help.”

“Why in the name of the Great God didn’t you just ask?”

“Because you’d never have agreed,” he said, and gave her a faint smile.

That smile made her uneasy. His next words confirmed it.

“I need you to kill a stone dragon.”