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Technical writer by day, author by night. They/them.

Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday: Old Wounds #9

 

Is it Saturday all ready? 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 been an eventful week for me. If you didn’t see my Wednesday post, I accepted an offer of representation from Jennifer Udden of the Donald Maass Agency. I’m still kind of in shock. And thrilled! But in shock. She’ll also be representing the other me, who writes steamier books.

We’ll be working on getting a fantasy novel called Duty to the Crown ready for submission. Old Wounds, the short story I’ve been posting snippets from, is set in the same world, with some of the same characters. So I’m not sure what will happen to this piece in the future…only time will tell!

But for the time being, here’s another snippet from Old Wounds. This is the ninth part. You can find the other parts here.

When we left Master Sorne, her mysterious guest complained that he didn’t have time for an appointment. She noted that she didn’t either.

Silence, but for Dilan’s gasps for air. She sighed. “What do you want, then?”

“I need to break into the Palace—”

“No.”

The stranger parted his lips in shock, then pressed the gun harder into Dilan’s skull. “I don’t think you understand what I’m willing to do…”

Dilan closed his eyes. He knew, of course.

…and that’s it until next week!

Categories: SFF Saturday

News! News!

Some of my most read posts on this blog are the series of posts I wrote based on a workshop I gave last June on Deep POV at the In Your Write Mind workshop, which is held at Seton Hill University every year and sponsored by the alumni of the Writing Popular Fiction graduate program.

What I didn’t blog about was that I met an agent there. We invite agents every year, and there are pitch sessions and talks and all of that. So last year, I pitched to Jennifer Udden of the Donald Maass Literary Agency and she asked for two partials, and I sent them off in July.

Time passed. Some more time passed.

Last Monday, Jen contacted me for the fulls. And from then on, it’s been a bit of a whirlwind culminating with her offering representation today and me accepting. The actual paperwork hits the mailbox tomorrow.

I’m excited and astounded and a bit dazed. I’m very glad I got to meet her in person for a couple of days, because that made the decision easy, since we clicked so well.

So that’s another step on the journey! I’ve got work ahead of me, but I’m really looking forward to what happens next!

Actually, I am totally like this:

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Yeah. Dignified and all.

Categories: Writing

Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday: Old Wounds #8

 

Well, look at that! 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’ll be in the garden today, pulling weeds out of beds and cutting the grass and generally getting my hands covered in dirt. But before I venture out, I want to give you another snippet from a short story I wrote called Old Wounds. This is the eighth part. You can find the other parts here.

When we left Master Sorne, her mysterious guest looked insulted at her insinuation that he was there to rob her.

“I’m not here for your money. I want to speak to you.”

She pushed down her growing anger, but not before some of it slipped out. “Courtesy calls for making an appointment, sirrah. Not placing a gun to the head of my apprentice.”

Dilan turned paler, quite a feat, given the deep bronze of his complexion. The young man would faint or pass out soon, she expected.

The man’s face hardened. “I don’t have time for appointments.”

“Neither do I,” she said.

Aaaand, yes, that’s really ten sentences.

Categories: SFF Saturday

Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday: Old Wounds #7

 

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.

For the past couple of weeks, I’ve been giving you snippets from a short story I wrote called Old Wounds. This is the seventh part. You can find the other parts here.

When we left Master Sorne, her mysterious guest asked for the rest of Sorne’s blades.

Damn. Sorne added the knife from her belt and boot to the counter. “That’s all,” she said.

“His life depends on your honesty, Mistress.”

“Master,” she said. “And I’m lame, not blind.” She kept her hands where the man could see them. “How much do you want?”

He jerked his head up and had the gall to look insulted.

Well, then.

Categories: SFF Saturday

Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday: Old Wounds #6

 

It’s almost tax day in the US. Guess who still hasn’t done hers? Yup. Every year, I say I’m going to do them as soon as I get all the paperwork, and every year, I do them the day before.

But today, 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.

For the next couple of weeks, I’ll be giving you snippets from a short story I wrote called Old Wounds. This is the sixth part. You can find the other parts here.

When we left Master Sorne, her mysterious guest was holding a gun to Sorne’s apprentice’s head.

“Don’t move,” he said.

She did not know the dark-haired man. His voice held traces of a coastal accent, his bearing sure, and the hand holding the pistol fine and steady. He had money; his fingers were not those of a laborer. She held her place—and her tongue.

“Now move to your right and place the knife on the counter.”

He also had a brain.  Careful to keep her movements slow and her hands visible, she laid the palmed blade on the table. At the end of the stranger’s pistol Dilan stood silently, but his whole body shook like a new leaf in a spring breeze.

“And any other blades you have on you, if you’d please.”

Any guess as to what Sorne’s very next thought is?

Categories: SFF Saturday

Travel Thursday: Stone street in Jaffa

I had the chance to travel to Israel on business a few years ago. This is a photo I took while walking around the old city of Jaffa with my co-workers. Jaffa is the ancient port for Jerusalem, and is just north of Tel Aviv. There’s a very medieval feel to the place.

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Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday: Old Wounds #5

 

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.

For the next couple of weeks, I’ll be giving you snippets from a short story I wrote called Old Wounds. This is the fifth part. You can find the other parts here.

When we left Master Sorne, her mysterious guest had just called her Mistress Sorne.

Her non-sword hand curled into a fist. “Master Sorne.”

Dilan spoke. “Master, he’s got one of those flint things.”

Flintlock. Damn the humans for inventing them and damn her fellow Elasi for perfecting them. It could be a pistol or a long gun—either way, her sword would be useless. She set it down and palmed a throwing knife before unbolting and opening the workshop door.

The firearm, it turned out, was a pistol and a stranger had it pressed up against the back of Dilan’s head. Her apprentice’s eyes were wide and his face ashen and he trembled as the man holding the gun backed him away from the door—away from her.

 

Categories: SFF Saturday

Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday: Old Wounds #4

 

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.

For the next couple of weeks, I’ll be giving you snippets from a short story I wrote called Old Wounds. This is the third part. You can find the other parts here.

When we left Master Sorne, she had been pondering why thieves would be so stupid to rob her.

Dilan cleared his throat. “He says its urgent.”

“Is it the King?”

“No.”

“The Rivvis?”

“No.”

“Then tell him to go take a piss.”

There was a pause, then a new voice sounded in the shop. “I don’t think that would be wise, Mistress Sorne.”

Categories: SFF Saturday

Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday: Old Wounds #3

 

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.

For the next couple of weeks, I’ll be giving you snippets from a short story I wrote called Old Wounds. This is the third part. You can find the other parts here.

When we left Master Sorne, she’d taken her sword in her hand.

All of the coin for the shop, the precious metals, the gems, she kept in a safe at the back of her workroom. She only displayed the ironwork in the front and a very few inexpensive jewelry pieces in a case. For the bulk of the wealth the shop held, the robbers would have to enter this room.

They must be incredibly stupid thieves. Everyone knew who she had been. Even with her lame leg, she could still best all but three people in a fight, and those who could defeat her had no need to steal gold.

The floor squeaked in the main part of the shop, but not close enough to have been Dilan. Someone spoke, too low and soft for Sorne to decipher the words.

Categories: SFF Saturday

Travel Thursday: Fairy Chimneys

I’d thought I’d share a random photo from my journeys. Here’s a landscape that’s a bit on the alien side.

These are the fairy chimneys of Kapadokya (Cappadocia), Turkey.

Fairy chimneys in Turkey, Photo taken in 2002 by me.

Fairy chimneys in Turkey, Photo taken in 2002 by me.

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