Tag Archives: Excerpt

Six Sentence Sunday, 11 March 2012 (The Reincarnations of Miss Anne)

It’s that stupid Vera, on about the data again.  She wants clarification of something or other.  They met, and Vera was talking, and Anne-Marie has to confess that she started thinking about her kitchen and the remodeling she’d like to … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 4 March 2012 (The Reincarnations of Miss Anne)

In Utopia, no-place or Eutopia, the good place, dreams are solid as marble and blue as the sea.  Favilla Vogel, whose name means a bird, had been dreaming of flight.  She had her arms wrapped around someone whose face she … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 26 February 2012 (The Reincarnations of Miss Anne)

The harbor at Utopia is shaped like a crescent.  Twin arms of white-and-gold headland wrap tenderly around the bay like the horns of the moon, like a mother holding a beloved child.  Favilla Vogel looks out over the water, as … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 19 February 2012 (The Necromancer and the Barbarian: a Love Story)

Albert approached Kirsten now, under the watchful eye of Petra.  Yes, she granted, he might have a dance. Kirsten matched him figure for figure.  Somewhere in the middle of the set, another player joined  with drums. The rhythm grew insistent, … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 12 February 2012 (The Necromancer and the Barbarian: a Love Story)

From the west came word of shape-shifters and forest witches, who changed shape and sex and even species, turning into rock or wind at will. In North America, the resurgent timberwolf population had to contend with competition from werewolves, and … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 5 February 2012 (The Necromancer and the Barbarian: a Love Story)

In the second decade of the twenty-first century, as the earth began to warm and the seas to rise, something woke from sleep. At first it was odd incidents here and there, but by the time that Elsa was a … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 29 January 2012 (The Necromancer and the Barbarian: a Love Story)

“And I froze him,” Raina said, and her outlines sharpened, until there was a human-shaped void with a corona of moonlight about it, and a face, dimly seen, that might be bone or flesh; it seemed to slide from one … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 22 January 2012 (The Necromancer and the Barbarian: a Love Story)

Elsa remembered the eerily real anatomical models in the museum of La Specola in Florence: the sleeping Venus with her braided hair and her hinged belly, that showed the layers of the insides; the fingerbones wearing the veins and arteries … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 15 January 2012 (Annie Brown and the Superhero Blues)

Rafe looked at her, and she knew perfectly well how that translated: What am I going to say? He doesn’t even know I exist. It wasn’t as if there were serious competition, as far as she could tell, because Apollo … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 8 January 2012 (Annie Brown and the Superhero Blues)

Under her, Bertie’s chest and hips and thighs softened from warm statue to hot flesh, and his lips molded to hers as he groaned into the open-mouthed kiss. His arms came around her and he tightened the embrace, as the … Continue reading

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