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 had a great time at WisCon. Met some fine folks and saw some great panels. But I seem to have caught a cold. Ooof. Hopefully a weekend of warm weather and some OTC meds will fix that right up.
Here’s another snippet from Old Wounds! This is the Thirteenth part. You can find the other parts here.
When we left Master Sorne, she’d just told Dilan to get out of the shop, but not tell anyone what was going down.
“I’ll go out the back.” A moment later, Dilan was gone.
Sorne ran fingers through her hair, not surprised to find her skull damp with sweat. She leaned against the counter where she’d lain her blades. “Now, tell me your name.”
“Ambrose Terrin.” He brushed his hand over his face. “Is there somewhere we can sit? I—” He swayed.
Figured, now that his excitement and determination had worn off.
So. Ambrose. She has a name now.