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Six Sentence Sunday
Sep. 4th, 2011 12:27 amFrom my work in progress, Duty to the Crown.
A laugh, then his grandfather, with bright eyes too much like his own, studied him again. "What are the obstacles to your survival?"
"The machinations of the court and Morlorac." He pushed off the building. "And I may have started a feud with the Diamond school."
"May have?" The cadence of his grandfather's voice carried amusement, and something that tightened every muscle in Peradon's back--dark excitement and the desire for blood.
Posted as part of Six Sentence Sunday.
A laugh, then his grandfather, with bright eyes too much like his own, studied him again. "What are the obstacles to your survival?"
"The machinations of the court and Morlorac." He pushed off the building. "And I may have started a feud with the Diamond school."
"May have?" The cadence of his grandfather's voice carried amusement, and something that tightened every muscle in Peradon's back--dark excitement and the desire for blood.
Posted as part of Six Sentence Sunday.
