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.
Kind of an exciting week on the blog. I wrote about my issues with writing women MCs and then blogged my letter to SFWA. And then my blog exploded. Things seem to be settling down, though.
I’m off today to meet with my writing mentor, but I’ll leave you with another snippet from Old Wounds. This is the fourteenth part. You can find the other parts here.
When we left Master Sorne, Ambrose, her stranger, was feeling a bit woozy and had asked to sit down.
“In back.” She nodded over her shoulder. “Let me turn the sign and I’ll join you.”
She walked past him, picking up the gun as she went. It took a moment to disarm the thing. Rumor had it even the Palace guard trained to use them now. Good to know all the weapons, though a part of her balked at that thought. But it wasn’t her place any more.
She flipped the sign and locked her door. When she joined Ambrose in the workroom, she handed the flintlock back to him and took a seat in her worktable chair.
She did what? o.O