Friday Snippet Meme
This scene is short. Very short. But it's also as
long as it needs to be.
;)
**The
following excerpt is first draft narrative, likely full of errors, and many
changes are yet to come. Please do not quote or assume this is final text. All
words are ©2007, Tamara Siler Jones, all rights
reserved.**
Stain of
Corruption
Chapter
3
Scene
5
Coughing, Dubric spat dust and struggled to his
feet, slipping in the lunch he’d brought upstairs to share with Maeve. He
floundered down a hall choked with smoke and hoped the explosion had been
anywhere but his suite. Castle officials and their families ran past him,
coughing and panicked, but he stumbled forward calling Maeve’s name.
He’d lost one wife to a fire, and to think that Maeve...
Goddess,
no.
“Not again, you pegging
bitch!” he screamed when he found his own door laying on the floor, the
hand-carved oak splintered and cracked. He clambered over it and up a loose and
broken pile of debris. Shoving familiar furniture and fixtures out of his way,
he reached the black and spewing maw of his suite and pressed on into the smoke.
Another blast threw him back to land upon his backside in the rubble. Lord
Brushgar’s ghost looked on, his accusing glare glowing green and hateful,
unaffected by the choking
dust.
Snarling, his face torn and
bleeding by sharp grit, Dubric scrambled to his feet and lurched right through
Nigel’s icy shade. He took a breath and walked into an inferno, just as he
had nearly fifty summers
before.
Posted: Friday - August 10, 2007 at 12:45 AM
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