Holy Cats! It Saturday again! That means 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.
It’s Mother’s Day in the US and, as it happens, my parents are visiting this weekend, so I’ll be running around with my mom and seeing my grandmom and doing other related family activities.
But while I’m out and about, here’s another snippet from Old Wounds to keep you entertained! This is the tenth part. You can find the other parts here.
When we left Master Sorne, her mysterious guest wanted her to break into the Palace. She said no. Very decisively, despite the gun still pressed to Dilan’s head.
“She won’t betray the King. Not for my life, not for her own.” Dilan opened his eyes and met Sorne’s gaze. “You could bathe the streets red with the blood of the town’s residents, and it wouldn’t sway her.” He’d gained some of his color back.
The kid had a spine after all. If they survived this, she’d work with him on building that up. “Dilan has the right of it.”
The stranger pulled back the pistol slightly. “They have my daughter.”