Well, look at that! 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’ll be in the garden today, pulling weeds out of beds and cutting the grass and generally getting my hands covered in dirt. But before I venture out, I want to give you another snippet from a short story I wrote called Old Wounds. This is the eighth part. You can find the other parts here.
When we left Master Sorne, her mysterious guest looked insulted at her insinuation that he was there to rob her.
“I’m not here for your money. I want to speak to you.”
She pushed down her growing anger, but not before some of it slipped out. “Courtesy calls for making an appointment, sirrah. Not placing a gun to the head of my apprentice.”
Dilan turned paler, quite a feat, given the deep bronze of his complexion. The young man would faint or pass out soon, she expected.
The man’s face hardened. “I don’t have time for appointments.”
“Neither do I,” she said.
Aaaand, yes, that’s really ten sentences.