Whew. Some great
television this past week. Gotham's
episode ended up being pretty terrific. Fish Mooney rocks!
I missed The Flash, but plan to catch up before
the finale this week. Agents of SHIELD
went out with a bang. I'm rather liking how the movie 'verse affects the small
screen 'verse.
Arrow's episode ended up being so awesome. Can't wait for the final showdown
between Team Arrow and Darhk.
I was thrilled with
Legends of Tomorrow. Still hoping to
see great things next season. Orphan Black
blew my mind as usual. So many things going on! I have a sneaky feeling the
creepy engineer chick did something truly terrible to Sarah. Here's hoping she
meets an untimely end very soon.
Still have Wynonna Earp and Banshee to watch from the past week. I'm saving Banshee for last
since it's the final episode ever. I know how I want things to end, but have a
strong doubt I'll get what I want. LOL
Watched the finale
for Marcella and, eh, not as good as
I hoped. That said, if there's a second series and Jamie Bamber is a cast
member, I'll be there. :D
That's it for the
television this week. Patiently waiting for The
Last Ship to premiere and looking for new stuff to dive into over the
summer.
Tonight's post is Mister Mysterious, a novella built on
the following prompt: two characters out of their comfort zone. Give them a
reason to work together and search for someone they discover is alive.
Here's the
mini-blurb:
Marlow Spence loses
her sister to a sinister spellbinder who believes the siblings have the power
to control dreams. When Tharn Oliver shows up on her doorstep, there can be
only one reason—Leo Tolstoy is back and he wants Marlow.
And a preview
snippet…
Tharn winced and couldn't hold
her bold stare. A sucker punch to the face would have hurt less, especially
coming from Marlow. The woman packed a wallop when she used brute force. But
she wielded words with surgical precision, cutting deep and going directly for
the throat.
He inhaled deeply then exhaled
slowly before providing a response. "As usual, you're dead right. But this
time has to be different." He finally risked another glance in her
direction and found she'd retreated into the sanctuary of her living room.
Not what he expected. He figured
she'd shove him out and slam the door in his face. Not that he didn't deserve
her scorn. But he would have stood out there, the weather raging around him,
until the shock to his system over seeing her again wore off.
Probably take a full month,
because damn, she looked good. Three years had changed her. Longer hair,
sharper features, but gorgeous just the same. Still lithe and limber, she
prowled around the room before coming to a halt, standing in front of the fire.
Apprehension licked at his heels
and he followed her, carefully gauging her body language. Stiff shoulders,
jerky hand movements, her gaze darting all around the room. Shit. She held
something back, something dark and bad.
He stopped beside her, observing
where her glance lingered. A small music box, a hefty tome, a wilting peony
draped along the mantle. He didn't need to hear the tune or see the title of
the book. The peony spoke volumes. Crap. How many more items had she received?
Staring into the flames, the
rumble of thunder overhead, he pushed for answers. "When did it
start?"
Her head jerked back, but she
quickly recovered. "Two weeks ago." Turning away from the fire, she
moved to the sofa and sank down, perching on the edge.
Tharn settled into the wingback
chair opposite the couch. "Why didn't you contact me?" Stupid
question. Why would she get in touch with him? "Never mind. But you could
have at least let one of the watchers know." Then again, the elder group
of guardians would have sounded the alarm, dragged Marlow to the estate, and
lost any chance of catching Tolstoy and bringing him to justice.
Marlow shook her head.
"Honestly? The anniversary of Charlotte's death is next week." Her
fingers twisted in her lap. "Anyone could have sent the stuff."
He sent her a sharp, sideways
glance. She didn't really think he'd believe that line of bullshit, did she?
She caught his look and flopped
back on the cushions, heaving a sigh. "Yeah, yeah. Buy me a boat for the
river in Egypt." Her fingers rubbed at her temples. "I didn't want to
possibly consider Leo the bastard wanted another go around." Her eyes slid
shut. "The son of a bitch should be dead."
I loved writing
this scene. I have a goal to get better with using body language to convey mood
in my work. I hope this one worked well.
That's it for this
week.
Cheers!
Skye
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