It's June and time again for Snippets of Story from Whisperings of the Pen!! I'm not including any yet from Children of a Legend (my current June Crusade/NaNoWriMo project) because May's Snippets were all from that story. I thought you'd like to get a glimpse of my other stories. :)
The
two girls rounded a corner and there in front of them stood the
palace. J heard B gasp as she took in the sight, and though J herself
had seen it many times in her fifteen years, she, too, stopped for a
moment in awe. Grey stoned and solid, the palace stood like a
benevolent giant amidst the clumps of vacuous town homes and shops.
Massive towers stretched to the skies, elegantly laced with ivy and
roses. It was the perfect picture of grandeur.
But
between them and grandeur marched a tall iron fence and a hundred of
King Jakken's guards. J scowled. There would be no close glimpses of
the new princess. The guards were strategically placed and the gate
meticulously closed so that no one could get past them.
The Twelfth Kingdom
Leaving
the door open, J darted to B's side and tenderly placed a hand on her
cheek. It was like caressing fire. B thrashed around when J's hand
touched her, completely throwing the holey blanket aside. J placed
both hands on B's shoulders and tried to calm her friend.
“B!
It's fine! It's me, Josette! Don't you know me? Princess?”
B
groaned and shrugged off J's hands, oblivious to her cries.
“No,
no!” J sobbed, trying to tuck the blanket around B's shaking frame.
“B! Can you hear me? You will get better! You must get better! I
need you!”
J
was so focused on her friend that she never saw the shadow in the
doorway, a shadow that rested on the door for only a moment and then
disappeared.
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Halidorn,
the heavy guard sitting to the right of Jayn, appeared more
interested in the apples in his hands than anything else. He had
already polished off two red apples and was preparing to begin
munching on a third. Halidorn carefully shined the apple on his
sleeve and then eyed the fruit contemptuously.
Lianne
saw Halidorn lean toward Jayn and say something. She rolled her eyes.
He's probably asking Jayn for a knife to cut any bruises off.
Sure
enough, Jayn produced a small knife, sighing as he did so, and
Halidorn went to work carefully cutting a small discolored chunk out
of the apple. Once the bruise had been removed, he examined the apple
again before taking a bite. Food was Halidorn's greatest love, but he
couldn't tolerate bruises or imperfections.
Lianne
By
this time, the rest of King Leroy's company had caught up to them.
Lianne suppressed a smirk when she spotted her father's royal adviser
and cousin, Azadon Taimenlore. Azadon inhabited a rather shortened
form which looked very misplaced atop his large, black stallion.
Complaining seemed to be his favorite pastime, and right now was no
exception. Even from where she stood, Lianne could hear Azadon
grumbling under his breath.
“Horrid
weather; it ruined my good cloak.” He moaned as a stable hand
helped him dismount. “Nothing but stale bread to eat. Nothing but
treacherous waters to see. Nothing but dead fish to smell.”
Lianne
“Carl!
Carl, where are you?” Tabby hollered as they staggered into the
lobby.
An
annoyed voice drifted out of the small office adjacent to the lobby.
“I'm busy, cat girl! And for Pete's sake, don't yell. You'll
disturb my guests.”
“As
if you care!” Tabby shot back. “I brought you more guests!”
Carl's
face immediately peeked around the door jam, his mouth stretched into
a wide grin. “Well, why didn't you say so in the first place,
Tabby?” His smile faded as his eyes took in the two strangers, one
young, one old and unconscious, and both covered in blood.
“Tabby!
You know my hotel is a fine establishment. I cannot take in filthy
vagabonds from off of the street.” Carl shook his head. “No, my
uncle did that, and it nearly drove him to ruin. I will not follow in
his unsuccessful footsteps. Now, get them out of my lobby!” He
turned to go back into the office.
“Wait!”
The boy called out, digging in his pocket. He pulled his hand out and
displayed a wad of bills. “I can pay you. How much?”
Carl's
eyes gleamed when he saw the money. “Oh, let's not worry about the
price now,” he said, walking forward swiftly. “We really must get
a doctor to look at your companion. Gracious! She's out cold! Bob!”
He bellowed, turning to the office. “Call a doctor! We have a poor
woman here in need of medical attention!”
Tabby
These are all very good! I want to read more, they all sounds so exciting and so well written!
ReplyDeleteThank you!! It's always a blessing to hear my work (especially when I don't think it's that good) praised! :)
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ReplyDeleteYou are making me want to read more! Why do you whet our curiosity and make us wild to read more of the stories? All of them were excellent.
Dear friend... being aware of the reader's curiosity and desire to read more motivates me to write more and hide more! Well, hide enough that I don't give away the entire story. ;)
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