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lagilmanIt is...entirely possible that I am having WAY too much fun with the Danny novellas (aka Sylvan investigations). On the other hand, if you can't have fun with characters you love, what's the bloody point, really?
Anyway, to tide over the Kickstarters who're waiting oh so patiently, and tease those of you who didn't kick in...
“The hell?”
I flinched. My mother used to have that same tone of voice: not shouting, but strong enough to break a ten-year-old’s nerve. “They’re called Direlings. They’re categorized as mostly harmless.”
“Unless you happen to be dead. Or me. That thing wanted to touch me. What is it with fatae trying to touch me?”
“It’s all that current you have coiled inside you,” I said, remembering my informant down the seaport, who had wanted very badly to touch my Shadow, too. I couldn’t think of any others, offhand, but she sounded like there had been a few. I frowned. I’d never felt any urge to touch her, not like that, but.. I spent a considerable about of time around Talent, and I knew better. If Valere didn’t chop my hand off, Bonnie would. “They - we - can feel it, like electricity on our skin. And some of ‘em,” and I looked over my shoulder, an instinctive gesture to make sure nobody was following us. “Some of ‘em are just damned creepy.”
“Yeah, creepy as fuck. You take me to all the best places, boss. I want to go home and take a long, hot shower. With a scrub brush.”
(from "Promises to Keep": A Sylvan Investigations)
Anyway, to tide over the Kickstarters who're waiting oh so patiently, and tease those of you who didn't kick in...
“The hell?”
I flinched. My mother used to have that same tone of voice: not shouting, but strong enough to break a ten-year-old’s nerve. “They’re called Direlings. They’re categorized as mostly harmless.”
“Unless you happen to be dead. Or me. That thing wanted to touch me. What is it with fatae trying to touch me?”
“It’s all that current you have coiled inside you,” I said, remembering my informant down the seaport, who had wanted very badly to touch my Shadow, too. I couldn’t think of any others, offhand, but she sounded like there had been a few. I frowned. I’d never felt any urge to touch her, not like that, but.. I spent a considerable about of time around Talent, and I knew better. If Valere didn’t chop my hand off, Bonnie would. “They - we - can feel it, like electricity on our skin. And some of ‘em,” and I looked over my shoulder, an instinctive gesture to make sure nobody was following us. “Some of ‘em are just damned creepy.”
“Yeah, creepy as fuck. You take me to all the best places, boss. I want to go home and take a long, hot shower. With a scrub brush.”
(from "Promises to Keep": A Sylvan Investigations)
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