Tag Archives: Six Sentence Sunday

Six Sentence Sunday, 3 February 2013 (Necromancer & Barbarian character interview)

Elsa Felix… I turn the name over and over in my name. Elsa the Lucky, if I read that name aright. Well there’s luck and there’s luck. If her blood opens the door to the world as it should be… … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 27 January 2013 (Necromancer and Barbarian character interview)

I don’t have those moments when I’m about the work but in odd times between, when something rears up from the depths to remind me of my secret life: a pulse of fear, and then I remind myself that it’s … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 20 January 2013 (Annie Brown and the Superhero Blues)

“Ooh, your cutie’s on duty.” Rafe smirked, and Annie shushed him. Not that you could hide stuff like that from Rafe, because he had a supernaturally sharp eye for love drama. And she’d been fool enough to tell him, but … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 13 January 2013 (The Shape-shifter’s Tale)

I reminded Trevor how he had kneaded the muscles of my neck and shoulders back to something like calm, that first night that I arrived. He said, yes, he’d thought of doing that for a living, and Emma had suggested … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 6 January 2013 (The Lost Pissarro)

New York in the summer time. New York under a blazing sun that seemed to have transported itself from the New Mexico desert. New York broiled in a heat wave that reminded her of a glassmaker’s kiln. Waves of heat … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 30 December 2012 (The Necromancer and the Barbarian: A Love Story)

There was silence from Little Bird, though she still felt his listening presence. There was too much to explain there: how many wars, alone, stood between his time and hers? The Roman legions were as yet the echo-shock of rumor, … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 23 December 2012 (Cleopatra’s Ironclads)

The beautiful rowers, all in unison, beat in rhythm with the drums, with her own heart, with the turning of the stars overhead, as the temple dancers in their clockwork splendor played out the tale of Isis and Osiris, and … Continue reading

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