It’s time for another SFF Saturday Snippet! What’s SFF Saturday? It’s a group of authors who post snippets of SFF prose and poetry for comment. You can check out other SFF Saturday posts, too.
I’m taking a bit of a break from Herald as I think I reached a good end to a chapter. I’m not sure where I’m going next in that book, so I need to let it sit. I’ve put all the previous Herald snippets together here, if you’re interested in reading them all at once.
For the next couple of weeks, I’ll be giving you snippets from a short story I wrote called Old Wounds.
This is the start:
Sorne heard her apprentice’s footsteps creaking the floorboards as he crossed the shop toward her closed door. His pace was halting, as if he weren’t sure he should be intruding. She set down her pliers and rod, least she mar the delicate gold of the coronet before her. Dilan was better than this. Her instructions had been very clear—no interruptions. She had a commission to finish by tomorrow and she was never late. She’d no plans to ruin that part of her reputation now, even if it meant a sleepless night.
Dilan rapped on her door. “Master Sorne?” His voice carried far too much fear in it.