Archive for January, 2017


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Good morning, Snippetteers! — no, I haven’t fallen off the planet (not that I haven’t tried a time or two, but achieving escape velocity turns out to be a little harder than I anticipated *winks*) I’m still on my writing hiatus, through the end of the month (though I just MIGHT have cheated a time or two *coughcough*), so here’s a snippet from earlier in the WIP. This one’s a little long — I know we’re supposed to keep them to six sentences, but this one has to be eight. (Maybe I need to work on writing in six-sentence clusters….) The two characters in this snippet are Lasair and Bryce, whose book was BLOWING SMOKE. Bryce was an interesting character to write; he turned up in books two through four, first as Terry’s jerk of a boyfriend who had stolen him from Josh, and then forced into a more truly villainous role by the Marfach. And halfway through book four, FIRESTORM, Bryce turned to me and said “Hey, guess who the next book is going to be about…” So I had to figure out how to redeem a character I’d enjoyed making thoroughly detestable and irredeemable. Turns out that until he met his Fae SoulShare, Bryce had never actually had a soul. And in this scene, Lasair and Bryce are sitting on a park bench, not far from the Vietnam Veterans’ Memorial in Washington, D.C., taking a break from walking their puppy, the blind runt Fade-hound Setanta. And talking about what it’s like to be SoulShared.

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“Does our soul cause you pain, lover?” There was a line between Lasair’s brows that hadn’t been there a few seconds before. “Would you give it back to me, if you could?”

The question was like cold water flung over him; Bryce couldn’t breathe with the shock of it. He’d been stupid enough to try to reject Lasair’s gift, over and over again; he still wanted to curl up and die with the shame of it, when he remembered how one of his rejections had driven his Fae lover to try to flee back to the Realm. There was nothing inevitable about a SoulShare joining, and he’d damn near thrown the other half of his soul away.

“Please, m’anam-sciar. Please don’t cry.”

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A couple of links for you —

Rainbow Snippets, your home for all kinds of LGBTQIA+ goodies on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/groups/RainbowSnippets/

My page at Riverdale Avenue Books, the home of the SoulShares, where you can purchase in .epub, .mobi or .pdf: http://riverdaleavebooks.com/Books?Filters.SelectedAuthorId=2086

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Good afternoon, Snippetteers! I decided to backtrack a little for this week’s snippet — the scene from which this snippet is taken is our introduction to Maelduin, the Fae main character of STONE COLD. I firmly believe in starting stories in medias res, in the middle of things, and we first encounter Maelduin as he’s fighting for his life against an unnamed opponent. I chose this snippet because my books tend to feature the Fae out of their element, in the human world — but I do enjoy writing about the Realm, too. Maybe someday I’ll set a book there — what do you think, would you be interested in a “pure” fantasy story, not an urban fantasy? No humans involved?

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His opponent blurred into motion, leaping to the high ground, his sword raised despite his own evident exhaustion. Not to parry or defend, but to attack. And even at the limit of exhaustion, after a day and a night and a dawn of fighting for his life, Maelduin was breathless, in awe of the beauty of the other male’s lethal purpose.

His own purpose. His own face, his own form.

His opponent was a mage’s creation, a comhrac-scátha — a magickal ghost, a living mirror, with all Maelduin’s skill with a blade, all his grace, both natural and learned, as well as the wiles and unpredictability of living magick. And all the hatred in the Fae’s heart, his single-minded need to become the best scian-damhsa, blade-dancer, the Fae race had ever known, to allow him to kill the one whose death was the true focus of his life.

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A couple of links for you:

Rainbow Snippets on Facebook, your home for all sorts of LGBTQIA+ goodies — https://www.facebook.com/groups/RainbowSnippets/

My Amazon page, which is (for now) the best central location for you to find all my work (but watch this space for a new alternative, ere long!) — http://ow.ly/uXRb3080iCr

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Hello, Snippetteers! — I’m on a temporary writing hiatus, probably till the end of January, so I won’t be putting up brand-spanking new (hee hee) material for a while. But I have eight novels’ worth of source material, so hopefully y’all won’t get bored over the next few weeks! This snippet, from STONE COLD, takes place immediately after Terry, the human MC, following Maelduin’s directions, steps into a wellspring — a circle of magickal energy with its source in the Fae Realm.

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“What the hell?”

The floor tilted and swooped under Terry. Except that it did no such thing — his inner ear assured him he was on solid ground. The rest of his body, though, totally ignored his inner ear, because it was convinced he was on a tumbling satellite being piloted by a drunk. He dropped to his knees, bent forward until his forehead touched the floor, covered his head with his forearms, scrunched his eyes closed. Anything not to fall off the floor; anything not to have to look at the distorted nothingness that had surrounded him in the instant before he shut it out.

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As always, a few links:

Rainbow Snippets, your home on Facebook for all kinds of LGBTQIA+ goodies — https://www.facebook.com/groups/RainbowSnippets/

My Amazon page, should you decide you want more of the Fae — http://ow.ly/pA3P307Mzow

And, should you prefer not to shop the ‘Zon, here’s my page on my publisher’s Web site — http://ow.ly/dukn307MzuI