I was tagged by the lovely Lisa from Godsdaughter4ever
The rulrs are to go to your current WIP and scroll to the seventh page down to the seventh line and the seven following lines or sentences. Since more of you have theoretically read Sons of Thunder than The Reality (which is simmering) I think I'll do both and err on the side of cheating a bit ;).
Sons of Thunder:
“I’ll do dishes for a week!”
“Down,” Unn ordered, and the tone left no room for argument. Friske reluctantly slipped off his perch. The world was ending, there was no escape. Unn drew the spoon from her apron pocket and turned him around with a flick of her finger. Friske obeyed as slowly as he could.Then there was a sudden clatter at the door, a breathless servant weaving his way through the scurrying kitchen hands calling Unn’s name. Friske looked up, hope welling up inside him and he pulled away as Unn looked up in distraction. This was his chance!
And of course, The Reality: (This is actually a very old bit and I need to update it, so have a bit of ancient writing!)
Rubbing his scorching sleeve against his forehead, Beast pointed the gun in the general direction of the grate. He pulled the trigger, closing his eyes and turning his face away to avoid bits of flying metal. With a jerk, and not bothering to gather his things together. Beast pocketed the few important tools for the mission and left the rest. There wasn’t a place to tie a rope, and he realized that the vent had to be a good twenty feet off the floor, entering into a large hall. Grimacing, but taking in great gulps of cool air all at once, Beast wriggled out, and dropped, twisting so that he would at least fall on his back. He slammed against the ground and the air rushed out of his lungs as he curled up, gasping at the pain.
I'm supposed to tag seven people, but outside of The Pack, I don't honestly know seven, so take this tag and run with it, m'dears!
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