Look at that! 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.
My good news for the week is that the manuscript I submitted to Harper Voyager waaaaay back in October during their unagented digital submissions open window has made it past the first cut! But I’m one of 948 (out of 4,500+ originally) so still very much long odds. But hey, I made it that far! (Yeah, I have an agent now, but back then I didn’t.)
This weekend will be full of writing and housework and packing. I’m heading out to WisCon next weekend! But I’m packing early, as the cats get bent whenever I take the suitcase out. Or clean. So I want to give them a chance to calm down before I leave them.
So while I’m folding laundry, here’s another snippet from Old Wounds! This is the eleventh part. You can find the other parts here.
When we left Master Sorne, her mysterious guest (still holding Dilan at gunpoint) just told her he was doing all this because “they” had his daughter.
“And you have someone’s son.”
There it was, the waver. In his face and in his arm, telling her that he did not want to be here. “She’s three,” he said.
Fire and ash. There wasn’t much he wouldn’t do either, then. “Put down the gun and tell me. Perhaps there’s another way out of this.”
The man did not move for several long moments, then he lowered his arm. “I have no other hope.”