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Bonus: Warrior’s Touch Deleted Chapter

Howdy team, I just felt like posting to keep things active around here, but as always, I’m a tired working mother of young children (and full up with a cold at the moment, bleugh) trying to fit writing in where I can. So, here I am, posting already written stuff (o:

This is a scene from Warrior’s Touch that I think I deleted because it came in the first half of the book which, as attested by my second Amazon US review, probably drags a bit long and, as this scene didn’t develop the plot at all, I cut it. It was one of those “darlings” us writers are meant to kill, and I admit to a sense of “something missing” when I read that part of the book. So, I’m going to pop this here for those fans looking for something more and waiting eagerly for the ever so slowly developing Magician’s Touch.

This scene would have been Chapter 8, or possibly 8 & 9 if I’d mooshed it into the Chapter per POV style we ended up going with.

Probably spoilers for those who haven’t read Healer’s Touch. Pretty safe for those who have but haven’t made the jump to Warrior’s Touch, yet.

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Warrior’s Touch Excerpt

Here we are… a pivotal moment in the story, but one that I don’t think gives too much away.

Of course, if you haven’t read Healer’s Touch, here be spoilers. Warned.


A soldier sauntered arrogantly up to Aris. Llew might have said ‘swaggering’, but the man’s high boots and long, medalled, dress jacket suggested a class beyond swagger. The white handle hanging from his hip glowed in the airy moonlight.

Captain.” The mustachioed man nodded to Aris.

Lieutenant general,” Aris acknowledged the man in return.

The new arrival placed himself beside Aris as he observed all those gathered in the yard. He dipped his head to share a few words with Aris.

Military ranks were lost on Llew, but whether the man officially outranked him or not, it seemed Aris was in charge. The other man bent at the waist to listen to Aris’s instruction. The lieutenant general nodded and straightened. He and Aris surveyed the soldiers around them. Then Aris made a gesture.

Something thumped Llew in the chest, reminding her of the ache she’d felt when watching Karlani with Jonas. She looked to Jonas now. He was looking at two crossbow bolts in his hand, confused. He turned to her and his face went slack.

She looked down.

A crossbow bolt shaft protruded from her shirt, which meant the tip was… the tip was…

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Awkwardness… – #8Sunday

So here I am again, sharing eight lines of WIP for the Weekend Writing Warriors’ #8Sunday.

“Welcome” to new readers, and “Thanks for coming back” to returners.

Sorry to those who were looking for a little more explanation to last week’s entry. I’m going to have to remain tight-lipped on that one… too much spoilery information for HEALER’S TOUCH… But I love this bit, so I hope you will, too…

To set the scene for this one: Jonas and Llew have just attended a funeral for someone dear to them and have headed out for a walk to reflect. Jonas complimented Llew on her speech… and Llew brushes him off like so:

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Llew reached the fence and turned to look Jonas up and down.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Well then, what you didn’t say, it was real nice.” He

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Snippet for Snippet’s sake

 

So, you guys know I’m not organized enough to have special days for special kinds of posts (I call it being creative … You know, writing whatever my inspiration tells me to write) but I know sometimes other bloggers share bits of their WiPs(eseses – uh oh … maybe my coffee was a touch stronger than necessary), and I just felt like sharing a scene.

Um, yeah … that’s all the intro I can think of. So here goes:

Leaving yet another small town behind, Jonas swung from Chino’s back and punched a tree.

Things were not going well. They had been zigzagging through every Turhmos town that lay roughly between Brurun and Duffirk – that city being the capital of Turhmos. Jonas suspected that was where Braph was, but there was no telling for sure. He could just as easily hide in a small town, if he found the right one. Granted, small town folk were more likely to talk and be suspicious of the kind of activity Braph got up to, but it wasn’t impossible. And so, they had been checking, with nothing to show for it. There hadn’t even been sightings.

Jonas punched the tree again. Bark and blood went flying – he might have been super strong, but his skin wasn’t impenetrable.

“Hey, Jonas.” Hisham slid from his own horse and tried to stop Jonas taking another swing. But Jonas went Syakaran on him and swung even faster and harder preventing Hisham grabbing his arm.

The tree creaked, and pain shot up Jonas’ arm. He bent over, cradling the limb, then shaking out his hand, all the while cursing profusely and stamping a foot. It was a hard-won victory, but a victory nonetheless.

“That’s not helping, man,” said Hisham, placing a hand on Jonas’ back. “We’re doin’ the best we can.”

Jonas took a moment to breathe through his curses. Then he straightened, stretching and clenching the injured hand. He’d scraped his knuckles good and jarred his bones, but nothing was broken. If he’d been alone in a room, he might have been pacing and throwing things. Nature didn’t always offer a decent alternative. But punching a tree was close.

Jonas looked at Hisham thinking he would just agree with his friend, climb back on his horse, and they would carry on. But when he looked up, all he wanted to do was punch something – someone – else, and Hisham didn’t deserve it.

Jonas turned from his friend, striding several frustrated paces, muttering incoherently, cursing Braph, cursing Turhmos, cursing himself for leaving Llew, cursing Llew for not just letting him be and staying put inside where she was safe, cursing Lord Tovias for not having an estate secure against Braph . . . He walked away from and back to Hisham several times, muttering and cursing, muttering and cursing. And finally stopped, puffing out a deep breath, in front of his friend.

“I know,” he said. “But it’s not enough. Braph can fly.”

The usual “I’m open for constructive” criticism invitation applies. Of course, scenes out of the middle of the story might not work as well as I think they do out of context, but oh well.