YAY!!
So far two posts in a row. Of course it's easy to start off strong with a goal…the
trick is to keep the momentum going. :D
But
hey, I'm motivated at the moment, so I'll just enjoy for now.
Tonight's
Sunday Snippet—I can't really call it Six Sentence Sunday because I'm so
terribly bad at limiting the number of sentences—is from a manuscript a little
over halfway completed. The sages are evil trolls and gave me the broad strokes
of the entire story, but like to dole out the important details a little at a
time. Cheeky buggars.
This
one has a bit of a steampunk flavor, but I can't really call it a full blown
genre member. I do hope it's an enjoyable read though. :D
Let's
start with a tag line:
A missing brother, a
madman's sinister plot to make a perfect world, and a connection so strong it
saves a life hundreds of miles away. Ashton Sylvester and Esme Von Staunton
never have a dull moment.
And now
for preview snippet…
Ashton Sylvester, Earl of
Cranford, watched his counterpart, Esme Von Staunton, smoothly glide down onto
the landing patch. The zeppelin touched ground with barely a bump. He'd been
fortunate indeed when he'd fallen for the best airship pilot around, not to
mention a beautiful one.
She had her cloak thrown back
over her shoulders, the purple lining shimmering while she worked the controls
to shut the blimp down. Ash thought the color suited her. It complemented her
gray eyes, which would be very tired looking right about now.
They'd left at dawn to attend a
meeting with the Consortium of Mining & Minerals. The talks went on and on.
And on. And on. Hence the reason for their near midnight landing.
Esme killed the power and turned
off the valve that ran the boiler. She turned and strode toward him, cloak
flying out behind her.
"We're home." She
wrapped an arm around his waist. "Bit late for that dinner you promised me
now."
Ash sighed. "I'm sorry for
it. We'll grab something light from the larder then head for our bed." She
didn't need his assistance, but accepted his arm as they disembarked from the
zeppelin. "You have to be as wiped out as I am."
Esme yawned. "How'd you
guess?"
"I didn't have to. I can
feel your fatigue. And your day started an hour earlier than mine."
A stickler for pre-flight checks,
Esme rolled out of bed long before he had. If she piloted the ship, she ran the
list herself.
Her head dropped to his shoulder.
"Sometimes that ability of yours irritates me. I can't hide anything from
you."
His lips quirked. There were also
times she loved his attunement skills…usually when he made her scream in bed.
He cast a speculative glance in
her direction. "And why would you want to?"
She laughed. "It's not so
much that I want to…but since I can't, I feel like I'm missing something."
See…I
can never keep it at six sentences. LOL
Here's
a bit of what I used for inspiration for the ship…
Cheers!
Skye
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