Monthly Archives: January 2014

Look at that! It’s Saturday! That means it’s time for another round of SFF Saturday posts! What’s SFF Saturday? It’s a blog ring of SF/F snippets and you can check out other SFF Saturday posts, as well.

Here’s another snippet from Old Wounds for you. This is the twenty-first part. You can find the other parts here.

When we last left Master Sorne and Ambrose, he told her if he didn’t do as Moroloch said, the criminal would send Ambrose his daughter’s head.

Sorne pushed the image of her own son’s severed head from her mind. “Why come to me?”

“As a child, I heard all the stories about the war with the Beshtas. The King, the Rivvis, Raventhe—and you, Captain Sorne. You know the Palace. I—“ he faltered. “I’ve never been to Estefe.”

She would have laughed at the ridiculousness of it all. If he hadn’t pointed a gun at Dilan’s head, if it were not Moroloch, if there wasn’t a three-year-old girl being held hostage. She hoped—beyond all hope—that the child was still alive.

Sorne has a history. Not all of it is happy.

It’s time for another installment of Science Fiction Saturday! It’s a blog ring of SF/F snippets and you can check out other SFF Saturday posts, as well.

Here’s another snippet from Old Wounds for you. This is the twentieth part. You can find the other parts here.

When we last left Master Sorne and Ambrose, she’d told him Moroloch wanted a very large sapphire.

Of course, the King’s stone. Moroloch was a right bastard. Still, she let Ambrose voice the plan.

“There’s only one other, in the King’s treasury.”

It was actually on a shelf in Oradon’s bedroom, but only those closest to the King would know that. She nodded. “And so they sent you to steal the one in the Palace. Or lose your daughter.”

His shrug was one of helplessness. “If I refused, he said he’d send me my daughter’s head.”

Moroloch is not on Sorne’s good guy list…

Well, hello again! I want to blog more this year, so I’m back posting for Science Fiction Saturday! It’s a blog ring of SF/F snippets and you can check out other SFF Saturday posts, as well.

Here’s another snippet from Old Wounds for you. This is the nineteenth part. You can find the other parts here.

The cue word for this week is Cascade. I’m going to cheat a bit, because I haven’t been around in a while. What we have here is a cascade of trouble for Ambrose.

When we last left Master Sorne, she’d declared Moroloch, the man who’d given Ambrose a job, to be no gentleman.

“I know that now,” Ambrose said. “When the shipment disappeared, they broke into my home in the dark of the night, bound both me and my wife and took our girl.” His hands shook and anger turned his face darker. “I couldn’t do a damned thing.”

“They wanted you impotent.”

He jerked his head up. “Well, they succeeded. By the time Moroloch came, well into the light of the next day, I was—not myself. He offered me a way to get my child back. He didn’t care about the garnets or the emeralds, just the sapphire.”

Wonder what’s up with the sapphire?