Wednesday, July 09, 2008

Writing

I am writing,
writing,
and writing...

CHAPTER ONE

The man beneath her was dead.
His eyes stared upwards past her shoulder, sightless, sad, the vividness of their blue already fading. For a while his blood had seeped from his wounded chest into her tunic, but that had slowed, then stopped. She did not know his name, although she knew him by sight. He’d been a guard at Breccia Hall. Younger than she was. Eighteen, twenty? Too young to die.

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7 comments:

Jo said...

Glad you are writing, looking forward to reading.

hrugaar said...

Tease. ;P

Keep writing. :)

Jo said...

The response to that from both Glenda and I would be "Start Writing". No tease :)

Glenda Larke said...

What Jo said.

Christine said...

Hi Glenda...first time poster. Love your work and am glad you are on a writing roll! Very much looking forward to reading your next trilogy...especially after that little extract!

Glenda Larke said...

Hi Christine. Thanks for dropping by.

Marina said...

How could anyone put down a book that started like that? Keep writing, Glenda -- can't wait to read it!