Another Saturday has arrived! 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.
I’m at WisCon this weekend, so I’m in beautiful Madison, Wisconson, soaking up the sites, the panels, and the companionship.
So while I’m running to and fro and staying up waaaay too late, here’s another snippet from Old Wounds! This is the twelfth part. You can find the other parts here.
When we left Master Sorne, her mysterious guest has finally lowered his gun.
Sorne moved with care. The gun, while not aimed at Dilan’s head, was still cocked. One slip of his finger and the damn thing would go off. “Please put that down.”
The man looked at the weapon, then placed it on a nearby counter, its muzzle pointing toward the wall. Tension eased between Sorne’s shoulder blades and she lowered her arms. “Dilan, get out of here, but don’t tell anyone what has happened.”
She snorted. “If he’s being watched and you tattle, what do you think happens to the girl?”
Ah, Sorne. She’s clever. Or experienced. Which do you think?
I think Sorne is both experienced and clever – a dangerous combination. Always thinking ahead. You’ve set this up very nicely – looking forward to seeing where it goes. Have fun in Wisconsin!