March 6, 2012

Snippets from March

A brand new month (not so brand new now, sadly) has arrived, and with it a brand new "Snippets" post from Katie and her darling blog Whisperings of the Pen. So here I am to participate, mostly with The White Sail's Shaking, but also with a bit of Wordcrafter to start. Enjoy!

march snippets

He was crazy and it was a crazy thing to say, but if Ethan had asked for the moon and a constellation besides, Justin would have been leery of denying him.

- wordcrafter

"...You wouldn’t mind getting your head chopped off at the end, would you, Ethan?”

Ethan had drawn back into the corner and now he sat half in the shadows with his arm around the old harp, fingering the strings but making no noise with them. He looked up when Jamie addressed him, the darkness lying in strange patterns across his stranger face. “I am sure it would be a pleasure,” he replied coldly.

- wordcrafter

[Charlie] still held a musket with its stock in the hollow of his shoulder; the powder had stained but half his face in the course of the fight, and the effect put Tip in mind of a lunar eclipse.

- the white sail's shaking

A breath of thick hot air wafted into his face as he stepped out, stifling him and making his head throb worse. Even the seagull on the sign overhead looked lethargic in the summer twilight. He sniffed with a grimace, instinctively pulling at his collar.

“Come to enjoy the fine evening?” asked a nearby voice, tinged with softly laughing irony.

- the white sail's shaking

Of course every schoolboy knows never to try to separate a pair of fighting dogs, no matter what the outcome looks to be. Tip knew it; he was no fool. But in the heat of the moment it slipped his mind.

- the white sail's shaking

"...What made you go to sea?”

“Oh…” Tip tugged a thin-lipped smile. “That was my family’s choice. I’m a bully, you see.”

Even with her cap he saw her eyebrows go flyaway. “You, sir, a bully?” she repeated.

- the white sail's shaking

Charlie was beside him, left elbow to Tip’s right, one pistol in hand and another across his thighs; Decatur, farther down on the same side, held a cutlass naked before him to reflect a red-stained sky. Everyone was panting, through the mouth or through the nose, so that the ship itself seemed to be gasping for breath. The sound fingered Tip’s brain, agonizing as the waiting itself.

- the white sail's shaking

“God help me, Lewis,” he breathed aloud, “we have not seen the last of each other.”

- the white sail's shaking

7 comments:

  1. Love the words in the image, Abigail! Some very good writing in your March snippets.

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  2. "...You wouldn’t mind getting your head chopped off at the end, would you, Ethan?”

    Ethan had drawn back into the corner and now he sat half in the shadows with his arm around the old harp, fingering the strings but making no noise with them. He looked up when Jamie addressed him, the darkness lying in strange patterns across his stranger face. “I am sure it would be a pleasure,” he replied coldly


    I love this one!

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  3. Thanks, gals! Not having written a whole lot over the month of February, it was hard to find a good number of snippets. Some of these are from quite a long time ago, way back when the world and The White Sail's Shaking were young... Anyhow, glad you liked them!

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  4. Wow, I LOVE all the snippets so very much. I love the way you have with words, Abigail. The second and sixth ones are my personal favourite =D. Thanks for sharing!

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  5. Loved it!! You truly are gifted with with words! I look forward to reading Wordcrafter and White Sails a Shaking.

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  6. I found you from Katie's blog. Oh, I just love the snippets you shared! The quote about getting one's head chopped off made me laugh. Oh, how I love history!

    I'll be back to visit again soon! And if you come by my blog, you may be interested in linking up any of your bookish posts in my monthly event called "Sharing Our Bookshelves".

    Blessings,
    ~ Tarissa
    { In the Bookcase }

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  7. It's nice to see you, Tarissa! I hope you enjoy reading "Scribbles," and I'm pleased that you liked these snippets; a great idea on Katie's part, wasn't it? The head-chopping bit comes from a section in which the characters are meant to be acting out Macbeth. Ethan was being petitioned to play the title role, but unfortunately he declined. With such incentive as getting one's head chopped off, I can't imagine why.

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