February
17, 2013
I have
a wonderful secret to share. Watching an all-day marathon of Firefly makes
catching up on mountains of laundry more fun than it should be. LOL
Tonight's
Snippet is from The Souvenir featuring two of my favorite characters.
(Yes, I know. I say that frequently. :D) It has a follow up in the works called
Six Degrees of Separation that I'll preview next week. I'm hoping to
submit both at the same time.
Here's
the tagline:
Melick Traynor and
Ramona Peartry, childhood friends and top students in the Academy of Light, compete
for prominence in their respective classes. But when Melick throws out a
challenge, Ramona takes an insane risk to prove him wrong and winds up tangling
with the dragon plaguing campus grounds.
And
here's the preview snippet…
Ramona Peartry let out a loud
whoop.
The extra practice she'd put in
finally paid off. The elusive quadruple somersault followed by a double barrel
roll had finally been attained. Showy stuff and usually frowned upon, but she'd
set a goal two years ago when she'd entered the Academy of Light so to actually
achieve it? Divine Master, she felt infused with warmth and a sense of
accomplishment.
She made several giddy flips and
dips in celebration and couldn't wait to get back to campus and throw her solid
win in Melick's face. She obviously did not lack the stamina and control to
pull off the difficult maneuver.
Not anymore.
Her face split in a wide grin. Crowing
to him would be the highlight of this semester. Melick Traynor might be her
precept, an elder adept who tried to mentor the lower level cadets, but she
counted him as a friend, too. She'd become a ward of the Master Sage when her
parents died and had grown up alongside Melick.
Now, at the age of twenty, and halfway
through her training, her pranks made him insane, but he made her just as mad
with his rigid adherence to the rules. And yeah, things had been a little weird
lately. She caught Melick looking at her like he'd seen her for the first time.
The way she looked at him sometimes. It put a strain on their interactions.
Having something to make him proud might nudge them out of the funk they'd been
in.
She made a slow, steady bank
around the back of the practice field and spun forward to head home. A strangled
gasp escaped when she looked up and saw her worst nightmare headed directly
toward her.
A huge, gleaming red, dragon…one
that spewed fiery flames from its mouth.
Holy underworld. She'd just flown into big time trouble.
Ramona
biting off more than she can chew? Nothing unusual. Getting her out of the
scrapes is half the fun of writing for her. :D
That's
it for this week.
Cheers!
Skye
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