August 21, 2016
Well… Blonde
Ambition finally showed her true colors on The
Last Ship. About damned time. LOL I'm going to be really super pissed if
anything happens to Kara because of Allison's machinations. I almost dread
watching tonight's episode. Almost. J
Killjoys. Wow. Took a very dark turn and I love it. The way the cast works
together amazes me. There's tension, usually understated, and buttloads of
chemistry with everyone. I hope this show lasts for a good long time.
Dark Matter had a very trippy episode with an alternate
'verse. The showrunners have crap tons of experience with the concept, coming
from the Stargate stable. The possibilities of the blink drive makes for lots
of interesting scenarios. Looking forward to seeing what they do with that.
My Strike Back and Babylon 5 rewatches took a nosedive. My schedule exploded last week
and I had zero time to watch either. Hopefully I'll get to reconnect this week.
Looking forward to
several new shows this fall and, obviously, my returning favorites.
And that's it for
television this week. Tonight's post is from Old Wounds, a novella that started
with the prompt of writing a scene around the anniversary of someone's death.
Here's the
mini-blurb:
When Abbot Isley's father lies near death, Nixie Grimm is
willing to open old wounds to help him cope. Taking a trip down memory lane is
not her favorite thing, but Abbot's steadfast support triggers a healing
process she didn't know she needed and lets her move forward—with Abbot.
And a preview snippet…
Abbot slid into the vehicle and
took a five count, resting his forehead on the steering wheel. Fishing around
for the keys, he started the car and turned the heater on. The chilly interior
helped clear his head, but they needed to get moving and Nixie wouldn't wait
long to ask questions.
He backed out of the parking
space and pulled up by the main doors. Nixie finished up and exited, dashing
over to the passenger side.
She leaned in. "I can drive,
if you want."
He shook his head and she settled
in, buckling her seatbelt. Pulling out onto the road, he merged with the light
traffic. Not many people needed to be out and about at four in the morning.
Hell, he didn't want to be
driving down the street at the buttcrack of dawn.
Pounding his fist on the steering
wheel, he cursed. "Damn them! Every last one of them." He gunned the
engine and sped along the road, catching all the lights until he hit the
outskirts of the town.
He braked to a halt, fingers
drumming on the dash. When the signal changed, he floored the accelerator and
shot across the intersection. The list of everything wrong with his dad played
through his mind. Actually, his father had one thing wrong, but no one had been
able to get to it yet. Dammit.
Nixie angled in the seat, turning
to face him. "Who are we damning and what did they do to the old man?
Something pretty fucked up if you have to break the land speed record to get
back." She folded her arms across her chest and waited.
Abbot sighed and finally slowed
down. "You know the who. My dad is in flux. Some kind of virus, but the
healers can't get to it because it's wrapped in about ninety layers of spells
and bindings." He made a turn onto the state route that would take them
home.
Nixie's shoulders slumped.
"Shit." She didn't have to say anything else.
They'd missed their mark and let
the bastards get away. And his father might pay the price.
We'll eventually
get to the anniversary part, but not for a while.
That's it for this
week.
Cheers!
Skye
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