I've made some progress on "Dragon Crown."
Below is a brief snippet. First draft, please don't quote or repost.
His rooms seemed lonely without Tamli’s presence. Asher pulled off his boots and stretched across their large bed. He supposed he ought to undress, but he couldn’t find the energy. He lay and stared at the bed’s canopy before sliding into sleep.
In his dreams, he saw Tamli. She stood, tall and beautiful, and smiled at him. Light seemed to glow and cling to her.
“Asher,” she murmured.
He reached out to her but couldn’t hold her.
“I’m sorry that I can’t be with you anymore. I wanted to stay, but I didn’t have the strength.”
Asher dreamed he tried to say something, tried to tell her to stay, but he couldn’t speak.
She leaned forward and he felt the brush of ghostly fingers on his lips.
“Goodbye, my love.”
She started to fade. Asher reached out, trying to speak to her, ask her not to leave him. Her smile, sweetness and regret intermingled, faded away.
Asher woke with a shout of repudiation on his lips. He stared up at the canopy above him in confusion.
It was a dream. He wiped the sweat from his brow and tried to convince himself.
Somewhere, in the hollow of his heart, Asher knew the truth.
Tamli was gone.
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Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Changes
I've dropped the snippet updates for the progress bar to the right. MarFisk of Forward Motion is the creator of that progress bar, and it works well.
Another change I've made is in the working title. Instead of "Soul Survivor", the WIP is now called "Dragon Crown."
Here's a brief snippet of what I've been working on.
First draft. Please don't quote or repost elsewhere. Thanks!
She could hear the aides talking. She’d worked out that they were nurse’s aides some time ago, during one of her lucid moments.
“….so I kicked him out and told him if he wanted that kind of relationship, he should pick somebody off the street.”
“Bet that made an impression. Sounds like a real moron to me. Help me turn her over. She might be developing a bed sore and Salizar wants her turned.”
She couldn’t see them and she couldn’t feel them touching or moving her. She tried to grunt or do anything to make them aware she heard, but nothing seemed to happen.
“I’ll be back in a second. I need to check on number 26,” the second voice said.
Footsteps, then a phone rang.
“Hello,” the first voice said. Then, “Tim, I told you not to call me at work.” Indeterminate sounds. “Yes, I am at work. I’m with the patient I told you about, you know, the basket case—the one who lost her son, then drove off the side of a cliff.”
Screaming inside, she tried to see, to get up, to do anything but listen to that voice. The voice faded and she drove the car, the highway sliding underneath, the white stripes blinking faster and faster through the wash of her tears….
Another change I've made is in the working title. Instead of "Soul Survivor", the WIP is now called "Dragon Crown."
Here's a brief snippet of what I've been working on.
First draft. Please don't quote or repost elsewhere. Thanks!
She could hear the aides talking. She’d worked out that they were nurse’s aides some time ago, during one of her lucid moments.
“….so I kicked him out and told him if he wanted that kind of relationship, he should pick somebody off the street.”
“Bet that made an impression. Sounds like a real moron to me. Help me turn her over. She might be developing a bed sore and Salizar wants her turned.”
She couldn’t see them and she couldn’t feel them touching or moving her. She tried to grunt or do anything to make them aware she heard, but nothing seemed to happen.
“I’ll be back in a second. I need to check on number 26,” the second voice said.
Footsteps, then a phone rang.
“Hello,” the first voice said. Then, “Tim, I told you not to call me at work.” Indeterminate sounds. “Yes, I am at work. I’m with the patient I told you about, you know, the basket case—the one who lost her son, then drove off the side of a cliff.”
Screaming inside, she tried to see, to get up, to do anything but listen to that voice. The voice faded and she drove the car, the highway sliding underneath, the white stripes blinking faster and faster through the wash of her tears….
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