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In case you haven't read any of the SIX SENTENCE tasters, this is what DRAWN is all about:
DRAWN
Darrah has been charged with finding and rescuing the Regal's heir. The evidence suggests he was taken by a band of Sarkisians who feed directly from the living. Darrah fights her cultural prejudice and instinctive fears when The Sarkisian Council send Fauld Hale to work alongside her to rescue the boy and maintain the fragile peace between their peoples.
This week I have been struggling to keep my section down to only six sentences. ;)
SIX SENTENCE SUNDAY:
Hurrying, she stumbled over his long grey cloak. Even beyond the camp's flickering firelight, Darrah felt hot, small and exposed. The shivers still shook her, blood and bone. “Wait, Hale.”
Hale froze – his back rigid – but he didn’t turn.
"Why didn't you didn't kill him?"
HAVE YOU EVER WORN ANYTHING THAT WENT FROM THE PERFECT THING TO SOMETHING YOU WISH YOU'D NEVER BEEN SEEN IN?
Intriguing 6! :)
ReplyDeleteHope your mum is doing well - I'll keep you both in my thoughts!
Thanks Jemi. I'm glad you were intrigued. My Mum is astounding us all. We've been emotionally rollercoastering all week when the bad days were awful. She is doing sooo much better now *crossing all things finger like and knocking anything with more than a wooden vaneer ;)
ReplyDeleteGreat 6 sentences, though a little hard to read as the lines merged in together :O0!
ReplyDeleteIn answer to your question. Yes I'm sure I have, but can't think what at the moment.
Hi Madeline
ReplyDeleteI didn't know it did that. I check the formatting, using two computers, to make sure there are no glitches. I'll see what I can do about that.
I took my sister's wedges to wear to school - they made a big impression. I felt good about being taller, for about half an hour. Then I had to deal with the small problem of the school staff being unhappy. But this was small compared to scrunched toes, the impressive blisters on my ankle and the endless other places that ached. Then, I was told to spend the rest of the day in a pair of dusty plimsolls (flat trainers) - I can't imagine where they found those.