Another bit of writing, with the same characters as my flash fiction piece from a few days ago. I’m not sure yet if these two scenes will find their way in the book(s) I’m planning for Vivien and her men… we’ll see that in a few months!
My prompt this time, given to me by Mel, was ‘laugh, wet, dance’. I hope you’ll like this glimpse into what’s to come…
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Bradan leaned against the stone mantel, his arms closed over his chest and his fists tighter still, and stared at the fire. Every time Vivien laughed, the flames leaped higher, burned brighter, as though fueled by her joy. Better to watch the fire than to watch them.
Fire hurt Bradan’s kind, wounded them like the sun did. Fire and sunlight were his only weaknesses, the only two things that would ever prevent him from accomplishing his duty and keeping his Dame safe, and even then he would die trying. Or rather, they were supposed to be his only two weaknesses. Continue reading
The strap of Jacob’s backpack continued to slip off his shoulder when he froze on the kitchen threshold, and it was by pure reflex that he caught it before it could tumble to the floor.
Tired. So tired. Andrew was so very tired.
ery Friday, the three authors of the publishing co-op Alinar – Lily Graison, Candy Nicks and myself – post 
“You’re a brat. A well dressed brat, but still a brat.”
The night was so clear, the moon so bright, hanging low over the city, that Leo could see every stone paving the street, every small wave in the canals as though in full daylight.
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