I came to pinned between strong arms a Scottish lullaby being sung. The Diner was closed and Weres were everywhere. Two guys hung onto Mason’s arms while someone else was physically wrapped around his middle. His eyes bore into mine as he flexed his claws. It cheered me to see he was bleeding too. Though the heat in his eyes wasn’t only anger and that spooked me enough to look away. I looked up at Rick who had his eyes closed as he sang. My body hurt and I knew I had a split lip.
He stopped singing as all attention was on me. I could feel the tension and beneath that the fear.
“What the fuck was that lass?”
I smiled and felt blood run down my chin. I knew I’d scared him, hell I scared myself. This was the first time I didn’t make it back to my place. Of course with twenty weres between me and the door, it wasn’t too suprising.
“What did I do?”
He frowned before looking up. Mei was standing above me. Well that explained the location staying the same.
“You did nothing; you’re just excited about being fostered to my clan that you fainted.”
Her voice was enough; this was the price for silence. The packs had cleaned up and created a cover story, buying off anyone needed. Having a witch make those not needed forget.
Rick helped me stand long enough to bow to Mei. Staggering to a booth, I sighed.
“What did I do?”
A delicately arched eyebrow went up as the cat smiled.
“You took on a Clan Leader. You drew blood.”
“Eloquently put. Are you human?”
The look I sent her made her eyes glow.
“Want to tell me how this came to be little one? Before your father takes you home.”
I just looked at her then Rick. He was pale muscles twitching. Apparently, someone had known about our situation. Hell of course they did, not that it would make it any easier. The bloodletting would bite me in the ass.
“I lost my temper.”
I didn’t see the back hand coming.
“What happened child?”
I pulled myself to my feet panting. I met her stare refusing to flinch. The bitch wasn’t worth it I told the pain in my head.
“I don’t know damn it!”
“No human takes on an Alpha and draws blood.”
“Did I get claws or fangs?”
My muscles twitched as I stepped forward;
“How about fur or feathers?”
“Then I’m still human, and not one of yours Mei. I was raised by a pack of ALL alpha wolves, I know how to fight. Just because the poor kitty got used for a scratching post does not make me one.”
“I’M NOT A FUCKING CAT!” Mason roared from his corner pulling his keepers forward a few steps.
I smiled as I bowed to Mei;
“I’m tired and sore. I need to clean my wounds and pray that he had more control than I did.”
She understood my meaning as I moved away. Rick moved with me but her voice made me stop at the door.
“Only enemies or mates draw blood child. Which one are you?”
So I found an interesting article on a site I had found awhile ago. An author’s view on the way the way someone tries promoting their book.
Kiri listened to the evening wildlife cradling her mug of coffee. Depth perception slightly off, she aimed the mug towards her mouth. Beside her lay a sledgehammer dripping chunky red bits. Ignoring the smell she lifted her head to watch the hound do his nightly ritual. As he rolled in a puddle of mud she sighed then winced. Ainmere was going to be pissed. Tonight she was supposed to meet him for a date. Some fancy restaurant downtown Austin. Looking down she grimaced at the slime on her jeans. By now she was very late. She took a sip as Iolo walked out the back door,
“Traffic is only so much of a reprieve Lady.” Iolo sat next to her.
“At least until I finish my coffee?”
The sound of slamming doors filled the air as the bond vibrated with his anger. He stalked around the corner just as Kiri put her coffee down. The closer he got to her the sooner he would see the bruises and blood. Luck was with her when he stopped just out of the light. He wore a suit that showed off his toned body.
“Four hours,” he spat, “I waited for four hours. Was humiliation your plan?”
Kiri brushed away the idea of pissing him off more so she could watch his ass.
“I was delayed. A code blue.”
“Really, I was led to believe a code blue meant death was a certainty for civilians.”
“Yup. What’s left of the bee is on the sledgehammer.”
“You used a sledgehammer to kill a bee?’
“It was a big bee.”
Ainmere look to Iolo who held up his hands arms wide as they would go.
“This, my Lord was the size of the bee.”
Kiri stuck her tongue out at him as Ainmere got the hint. He moved closer and tipped her chin up. The light from the porch blinded Kiri’s good eye. His eyes narrowed as they took in the swollen lip, stitches across her right eyebrow surrounded by swelling that made that eye useless.
“Why did you not call?”
“It broke my phone.”
“I will get you another. But that was not what I meant.”
“I didn’t have time to make sure you weren’t driving or something. Beside Ilo was with me and he carries a mean sword.”
She tried to smile as she pushed him back enough to stand. He caught her hands before she could pull them away.
Kiri stared at the larger hands that engulfed her small ones. Their warmth seeped into hers as they held hers palm against his chest. She could feel his heart beat through the fabric of his suit. Taking a deep breath she looked up into his eyes.
“I didn’t think about it. I have been alone for too long to just be able to stop relying on myself. Having Ilo around still drives me crazy sometimes.”
“You had Dei.”
“Yes, but Dei has been here since I was six.”
Pulling away from him Kiri moved towards the door.
“I’m trying Elf. I just need time.”
“Time is something we do not have Kiri. Our wedding is in three weeks.”
She twisted to look at him.
“It was what I wished to speak with you about. The king has decreed that we will be married on the eve of Whalen’s birth.”
“Eloquent my lady.”
“Ha ha Iol. Why so soon?”
She watched for the tell-tale shrug that signaled Ainmere’s thought. He was not going to gain say the man. Kiri knew he thought the sooner the deed was done the more likely she would accept the situation.
“It is what he wants. He is my king.”
“No! I have half my colleges asleep by an unknown assailant and still no clues. When exactly am I supposed to pick out a wedding dress?”
Kiri turned towards the door before an ugly thought hit her. Turning back around she waited trying hard not to raise an eyebrow. A return trip to the ER was not on her to-do list.
“She is an excellent seamstress.”
“Your mistress is not coming anywhere near me.”
“She is my ex-mistress.”
Cocking a hip she stared at him. Sometime she truly wasn’t sure how he made it passed puberty with that mindset.
So while trying to find an article that as posted by Writer’s Digest I came across another one. Well entire site actually called Fiction University.
The sight is by Janice Hardy and from first glance offers a lot of advice on writing a novel. Below are just two links on articles on revision and the main page that has several more. I am going to dig further and try this, see if it helps.
I figured it out. As much as I like the previous theme it was not compatible with the new version of wordpress.
However i need to figure out how to use or get rid of the subscribe button at the top of the page.
SO now that it is up, it’s not running. Each of my links to other pages either don’t open or give an error about too many redirects. Back to the drawing board,
So getting ready to revise my own novel I decided to do some research first. I found out according the first book I picked up that it is actually a novella.
According to John Bickham author of Scene and Structure the average novel is between 60,000 and 90,000 words. For me that means I need to not only revise what I have but add roughly 30,000 words. That two week goal I had in the back of my mind may not be doable.
I know some people create an outline before they even begin writing and that some do not. What way do you prefer and why?
I have redesigned my site trying to make it flow a lot better.
For the next couple of weeks I will be covering editing and revising of a novel. Using several sources an examples. Of course this is two fold. One, I am currently revising my own and two because I think the knowledge I gain and put here will help someone with their own work. I hope anyway.
Welcome my writing world.