snippetage!
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lagilmanA snippet, because it made me giggle and by the time the book comes out you'll have forgotten it, anyway...
I nearly fell over one of the camouflaged lumps, and kicked aside something small and shiny. A metal tent peg. I grabbed it even as I recovered, and the moment the cool metal hit my palm, I had a plan.
I ignored the individual scuffles, dodged around a [breed] who tried to grab at me, and made it to the center of the scrum. Holding the spike up over my head, I gathered all the wild current and sent it into the metal, wrapping it tight with hot blue threads of magic.
“Sit DOWN” I yelled, and put all my annoyance, my frustration, my worry and my sheer irritation at wasting time with this crap into those two words.
The magic echoed like a thunderclap in the ravine, and I swear I heard some of the granite calve off and splinter in response. The effect on the [breed] was gratifying. They weren’t built to actually sit down, but they dropped to the ground anyway, bellies low and clawed hands down. The humans went down like someone had cut their strings, in at least one instance falling over her erstwhile opponent
“STAY down,” I said, still annoyed, when one of the humans tried to get back up, and she subsided. A fierce looking chica, maybe mid-teens, with dirty blonde hair in a braid, and a pair of brown eyes that were currently trying to glare me in half. She was pissed, and wanted to get back into the fight. Despite myself, I started to grin, and had to force it back. Now was not the time to admire her scruff
The magic, amplified through the metal spike, had hit the ground hard, hard enough that there were still sparks in the dirt, moving like miniature whirlwinds. When one of the [breed] shifted, it sparked him hard enough that he uttered a clear yelp, and turned to glare at me with the paired expression of its human counterpart.
Apparently, I had ruined their party.
“Life sucks, kids,” I said to both of them.
And now I am going to eat more leftover stew and drink the wine Jihanne gave me (nom) and leave my characters hanging until tomorrow...
I nearly fell over one of the camouflaged lumps, and kicked aside something small and shiny. A metal tent peg. I grabbed it even as I recovered, and the moment the cool metal hit my palm, I had a plan.
I ignored the individual scuffles, dodged around a [breed] who tried to grab at me, and made it to the center of the scrum. Holding the spike up over my head, I gathered all the wild current and sent it into the metal, wrapping it tight with hot blue threads of magic.
“Sit DOWN” I yelled, and put all my annoyance, my frustration, my worry and my sheer irritation at wasting time with this crap into those two words.
The magic echoed like a thunderclap in the ravine, and I swear I heard some of the granite calve off and splinter in response. The effect on the [breed] was gratifying. They weren’t built to actually sit down, but they dropped to the ground anyway, bellies low and clawed hands down. The humans went down like someone had cut their strings, in at least one instance falling over her erstwhile opponent
“STAY down,” I said, still annoyed, when one of the humans tried to get back up, and she subsided. A fierce looking chica, maybe mid-teens, with dirty blonde hair in a braid, and a pair of brown eyes that were currently trying to glare me in half. She was pissed, and wanted to get back into the fight. Despite myself, I started to grin, and had to force it back. Now was not the time to admire her scruff
The magic, amplified through the metal spike, had hit the ground hard, hard enough that there were still sparks in the dirt, moving like miniature whirlwinds. When one of the [breed] shifted, it sparked him hard enough that he uttered a clear yelp, and turned to glare at me with the paired expression of its human counterpart.
Apparently, I had ruined their party.
“Life sucks, kids,” I said to both of them.
And now I am going to eat more leftover stew and drink the wine Jihanne gave me (nom) and leave my characters hanging until tomorrow...
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Date: 2010-11-18 10:52 pm (UTC)Enjoy the stew & wine. (I wondered if you'd met Jihane in Paris. Assuming, of course, that's who you're talking about. If not, ::waves hand:: nothing to see here.)
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Date: 2010-11-18 11:00 pm (UTC)