Welcome to Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday. On the surface, it’s a web ring of authors who post snippets of their work for comment. In reality, it’s a close-knit group of friends and colleagues working together to support and encourage one another and promote the science fiction and fantasy genres.
This week’s snippet is a departure from SOVRAN’S PAWN. Don’t worry. We aren’t going far. I’ve been hard at work on Book Two of THE BLACK WING CHRONICLES, tentatively titled THE WATCHTOWER. Still in the first draft stage it’s nearly ready for the endless revisions to begin. Here is your first look:
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The talons of the hook dug into the hard stone with a satisfying thunk. Her downward plunge came to an abrupt halt as the line ran out, the force of it jerking her arm painfully. Like a weight on a pendulum, Bo swung toward the buttress. Ignoring the twinge in her shoulder, she eyed the stone structure, timing her approach. At the last moment, she lifted her legs, taking the jolt of contact with her feet and knees. Moving carefully, Bo edged her way around to the inside of the support structure, away from the edge of the cliff. Once satisfied with her position, she released the line from her wrist launcher and slid down the buttress.
She missed something in the darkness. Either a loose stone, or a protruding one changed her angle of descent. Instead of sliding harmlessly to the ground, Bo was thrown from the structure. With no time to do anything, she hit the ground hard, her left arm exploded in agony.
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SOVRAN’S PAWN
United by extortion, divided by duty, someone wants them both dead. They want each other. The catch is, nothing is what it seems…
Convicted of treason and sentenced to be executed, Bo Barron is the last person who should be infiltrating a Sub-socia weapons auction. But when her father is kidnapped and the ransom demand is the schematics to an experimental weapon, she has no choice but to go under cover with her uncle to get it.
Nobody counted on former-government-agent-turned-holofeature-hero Blade Devon’s infatuation with her. A botched assassination under the guise of a bar brawl leaves Bo blind and Blade wondering if there isn’t more to this job than he was led to believe.
Never able to resist playing the hero, Blade tends her injuries and delves deeper into the intrigue only to find this mission isn’t about a weapon at all. It’s about two Sovrans’ maneuvering for control, with Bo and Blade as their pawns.
All Bo and Blade have to do is figure out how to survive the game they didn’t know they were playing.
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Ouch! O.o
I like beating her up.
Smooth pace leading into the unexpected fall. The best laid plans… Seems like a confident character, I’m curious to see how she handles the mistake.
Thanks.
There is little room for failure. Too much depends on this.
Ouch indeed. Want to see how she recovers.
Same Bat-time, Same Bat-channel!
My first thought exactly…Ouch! I hope she didn’t break her arm. Good stuff…as always!
Not broken, but it’s a quasi-permanent injury that will haunt her again and again. Thank you. 🙂
Ouchie! Careful, bo!
Question: Is it wrong that I snickered when I read the word ‘buttress’, or is it just me? :p
Yeah, it’s you.
Aw… 😦
@CaryCaffrey – that is SO you 😉
I love Bo! She’s the woman I would want to be if I could scale buildings and take a fall like that. Awesome!
You and me both, Heidi! Thanks!
Oh the action and excitement!!! Glad I stayed tuned to the same Bat-channel and Bat-time!! Isn’t it great (very cathartic to have your heroes/heroines crash-bang into heaps of injuries…I do that to mine all the time.) 🙂
It *is* cathartic, but sometimes I feel like a med student trying to figure out reasonable injuries and appropriate treatments.
It *is* cathartic, but sometimes I feel like a med student trying to figure out reasonable injuries and appropriate treatments.
Major OUCH!
No, that would be Commander Ouch.
What, she’s left her grapple behind? Nice action. (BTW, I’m here at http://jarnianconfederation.wordpress.com/ but I forgot to get on the list.)
I’ll add you to the second leg of the SFFSat adventure. Thanks!
I bloody felt that!! Great flow and description, JC! You an architect?!
Thanks! No, I’m not an architect. I never finished my degree in it.
Oh, so started a degree? You can tell you know more than most!
Broken arms are never a good thing. Excellent description!
Thank you! I like breaking things on fictional people.
Well, shoot, but sliding down any sort of structure can have so many variables when it comes time to land.