June 4, 2012

Snippets of June

pinterest board: the white sail's shaking
First off, I'm pleased to announce that there is a sale going on throughout the month of June for The Soldier's Cross and The Shadow Things Kindle e-books.  They will each be available for 99 cents until June 29th, so if you haven't had a chance to get them yet, here it is!  For more information and updates, including a link to the free iPad "Kindle" app, you can check out my Facebook page.

On to the subject of this post, proper.  Last month I didn't participate in Katie's "Story Snippets" meme, partly because of the almost-summer rush, mostly because I forgot until about two days until the end of May.  To make up for my brainlessness, I'm getting in to the June collection a little early.  For those of you who have not investigated this blog-series yet, you can take a peek at Katie's blog at Whisperings of the Pen to join the fun.

june snippets


Tip dashed the salt out of his eyes and glanced sidelong at Marta. She had turned up her collar and shrunk down into it, and she blinked cat-like at him from the little shelter her cap gave her. When he turned she held out to him a dark, damp bundle and said, “Your coat, sir.”

 - the white sail's shaking

Tip’s eyes wandered off, scanning the witching expanse of sea and the white bodies of the gulls, real ones now, whirling over it like foam. He moved, trying to keep the weight off his left leg.

- the white sail's shaking

[Marta] was off-duty and Tip found her with a half-dozen other seamen, sitting and talking round a table while Scipio waddled between them and vied for every man’s attention at once. One of the ordinaries and the carpenter’s mate were playing a game, but the sharp staccato of their dice halted when they caught sight of Tip; the gossip dithered into awkward silence. Only Scipio went right on being coy, coming over and attempting to shimmy up his master’s leg.

- the white sail's shaking

His vision blurred; the shadows had gone strange and elongated, peppered by brilliant flashes of red that burned behind his eyes. You’re a fool, Tip Brighton, he thought; but that was nothing new, and he ignored himself.

- the white sail's shaking

Decatur eyed him sideways, more as though he were solving for the variable of an equation than as though Tip was of any concern to him.

- the white sail's shaking

“I told you I was a c…oward,” he said, holding the c with his tongue so that it would not catch. “You didn’t believe me.”

- the white sail's shaking

The world split.  Pain drove through Regina's heart like cold fire; her thoughts shattered to the far corners of her mind.  Screaming and roaring, snatches of discordant songs, battered her in wind and waves and darkness.  There was nothing beneath her, nothing above her, nothing around her - there was no her.  The dragon had opened its jaws, and the void of its mouth consumed identity, consumed existence.  Of Regina there was nothing left.

- tempus regina


  1. I know I've told you this before, Abigail, but your descriptions are so evocative that they are worth a thousand pictures, rather than the other way round. In each excerpt from White Sail's I can practically taste the tingle of salt on my lips and feel the creaking boards beneath my feet.

    It's a delight. :D

  2. I like your story snippets! ...but, they left me hanging!

  3. Megan & Rachel H. - You're so sweet! I struggle most with descriptive passages, but it's encouraging to know that you two (who are extremely good at description) find them evocative.

    Rachel - Ah, well, I can't resolve everything; they must leave you dangling at least a little! I'm very glad you enjoyed these.

  4. Abigail, I just loved those snippets so much (as I always do). I am looking forward to reading The White Sails' Shaking one day :). How far have you got left in it?

    That last one was so captivating and intriguing!

  5. Thanks, Joy! I considered putting what I believe is going to be the last line of "The White Sail's Shaking" (before the epilogue), but decided I'd rather leave you poor readers hanging. I am very, very close to the end; I hope to finish this month. Then of course I have earlier chapters to add and a million edits to accomplish, but I'll still be pleased!

  6. wow! These are great, Abigail, and so is the picture.
    I've wanted to read SOLDIER'S CROSS - I'll take the opportunity to now.

  7. Thank you! The picture is lovely; there are so many lovely ones on Pinterest, and I like being able to collect them. I have pinboards for all my stories so far, including The Soldier's Cross. I hope you enjoy reading it! And as you probably know, if you have a Kindle you can download the e-book for 99 cents this month.

  8. Eaten by a dragon? Creepy! ;) I love stories about the sea and ships. Yours looks really interesting.





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I am a writer of historical fiction and fantasy, scribbling from my home in the United States. More importantly, I am a Christian, which flavors everything I write. My debut novel, "The Soldier's Cross," was published by Ambassador Intl. in 2010.
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The Soldier's Cross: Set in the early 15th Century, this is the story of an English girl's journey to find her brother's cross pendant, lost at the Battle of Agincourt, and of her search for peace in the chaotic world of the Middle Ages.
finished writings

Tempus Regina:Hurled back in time and caught in the worlds of ages past, a Victorian woman finds herself called out with the title of the time queen. The death of one legend and the birth of another rest on her shoulders - but far weightier than both is her duty to the brother she left alone in her own era. Querying.
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Wordcrafter: "One man in a thousand, Solomon says / will stick more close than a brother. / And it's worthwhile seeking him half your days / if you find him before the other." Justin King unwittingly plunges into one such friendship the day he lets a stranger come in from the cold. Wordcount: 124,000 words

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