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Tag Archives: Six Sentence Sunday
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
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
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
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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Six Sentence Sunday, 16 December 2012 (Cleopatra’s Ironclads)
The regalia of Isis, Mother of Steam, was heavy indeed, with its crown of gears and twin stacks, a visual pun on the traditional headdress. Gods were shape-shifters, after all, and the Great Mother was no different in that respect. It … Continue reading
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Six Sentence Sunday, 9 December 2012 (Cleopatra’s Ironclads)
“I remember when you were in the palace, when I was stationed here under Gabinius. What a slip of a girl, and yet your eyes—“ She inclined her head and smiled. “Oh, not their beauty, Your Majesty. Their wisdom. You … Continue reading
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Six Sentence Sunday, 2 December 2012 (Cleopatra’s Ironclads)
The last golden light gave way to torchlight, and they leaned toward each other, in the rich firelight, and once or twice their fingers brushed, in reaching for the same delicacy. The meat was succulent, and the wine delightful, and … Continue reading
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Tagged Cleopatra's Ironclads, Excerpt, NaNo2012, Science Fiction, Six Sentence Sunday
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