The Weekend Writing Warriors blog hop is a weekly event in which writers are invited to share eight sentences from one of their works for other writers, readers and random bloggers to read, critique and comment on. Visit their site by clicking on the button below for a list of other participating writers and share the love!
Because I am a terrible procrastinator, I am in my room packing for the trip I should have been out the door taking ten minutes ago rather than reading painstakingly through my books for just the right eight lines to use for today’s snippet. Instead, I will be posting the eight lines that immediately follow where the Sunday Sneak Peek left off (which itself immediately follows where the Hump Day Hook left off). I hope you all like it because that’s what I got for you today. If you want to tell me what a perfectly incompetent blogger I am, please leave a comment in the comment section and while you’re there, you can enter one of my giveaways! There will be a drawing on June 25th and another on July 1st to commemorate the Hot and Deadly Blog Hop and the Sizzling Summer Reads Blog Hop (check them out in my sidebar! They are awesome!), and the prize will be a free ecopy of one of my books, the title of the winner’s choice, including the book all these lazy snippets are from, The Last Hour of Gann! Just be sure to leave a viable email address so I can contact you if you win and remember that because all my books contain graphic sex and violence, you MUST TELL ME you wish to enter the giveaway. Thanks for stopping by and enjoy the rest of the Weekend Writer Warriors!
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‘I take back my thought about your perfect choke,’ he thought peevishly, and breathed again. ‘I should be unconscious now.’ He struggled to scrape up a better insult, but there was nothing in dumaqi good enough. ‘You suck,’ he thought finally, savagely. ‘Lizard.’
In the midst of the grass before him, a single gray blade began to bleed in green. Color, coming back into the world. He breathed.
“I probably should have waited until we were closer,” the boy mused, circling. “Not sure how I’m going to move your body sixteen spans to the camp, but I probably don’t need the whole thing.”