WRE fic snippet; while they get ready for an evening out, Romaine discovers something about El’s approach to domesticity.
There are a lot of posts, articles, and prompts asking about themes and characters in you WiPs. For my WiP Sorceress Apprentice there are a number of themes and motifs. One of the important features of the novel is sibling bonds, both between protagonist Bryony and her sister, Kerine, and Emeri and his sister, Sabrina. While the romance between Bryony and Emeri is at the heart of the novel, the sibling bonds are a vital part of the book.
I find that in too many books and TV shows the sibling bonds are often tossed aside in favour of, or overshadowed by, the protagonist’s sexual partner. I didn’t want that to be the case here. Here are some excerpts illustrating the depth of the sibling bonds in SA – please remember that this a WiP so there’ll be further editing in the future.
Ficlet set in the WRE universe. No warnings apply. 885 words.
Kit visits an agoraphobic female Wolf.
Set in (and post) my NaNoWriMo2017/WiP WRE. No warnings apply.
Romaine watched El whisk the powdered drinking chocolate into the saucepan full of hot milk, adding a pinch of cinnamon and another of nutmeg. When she was satisfied, she poured the mixture into the mugs, filling them about half-way. She added a generous amount of brandy, some marshmallows, topped the mugs with a ton of whipped cream – he now realised why she’d purchased four cans – and finished the whole thing off with chocolate sprinkles.
“Hot chocolate,” El said, beaming, offering him a mug.
“Well, somewhere under all that,” Romaine said, grateful for the long-handled spoon she passed to him.
“Don’t be such a sour wolf,” she teased. She took a sip, got whipped cream on her nose.
Cavanaugh, who had a habit of arriving when there was food or drink to be had, let himself in and joined them in the kitchen. He kissed El’s cheek as she gave him her mug. His immediate response, while El poured another drink for herself, was to stick his finger in the cream and lick it clean.
“Cats,” Romaine said, rolling his eyes in mock disapproval.
“You love us really,” Cavanaugh said with a grin. He leaned his head against Romaine’s shoulder, nudged at him. El, still topping her mug with cream, glanced over her shoulder and smiled.
“Yes,” Romaine admitted with a sigh, loading his spoon with cream, “I do.”
Title: Winter’s Kiss
Type: Terza Rima
Warnings: a mild threat of sexual assault but in a non-explicit way often found in folk songs – and ultimately it is only a threat, for this is no ordinary woman; character death
Snow was falling on the ground
Soft and white and cold
Winter’s chill was all around
Through the woods he strolled
He came upon a pale dame
Quite a beauty to behold
“Tell me love, what is thy name?”
“I’m Nieve,” she did reply
“Nieve, you are in my domain,
With you I will lie.”
Her eyes flashed an ice blue;
“Well, you can but try.”
His corpse was found and this is true
Frozen solid, through and through
Another “wolves” story. A newcomer wishes to woo Ameris and join her pack.
Sometimes names are just names. Sometimes they are symbolic. Sometimes they’re more than that.
Thomas was thrown to the stone floor at the base of the steps. Despite his shackles he struggled to his knees, refusing to lie there complacent. He raised his bruised face defiantly and curled his lip, though that made the blood flow afresh.
“Thomas Daniel,” he said proudly. He was named Thomas for his grandfather, a great hunter, and the family of Daniel had long served the rightful king. “Who are you?”
The woman sat on the throne atop the dais regarded him with brown eyes that were filled with distaste. “I am Queen Ameris, ruler of the House of Conrí.”
Continue reading The House of Conrí
A flash fiction fantasy tale for a series of prompts (see notes at close of fic)
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Once upon a time there was a fearsome dragon. It had lived peaceably near a village for years, the two separated by a thick forest. The dragon hunted mostly in the woods at night, and slept in the cave at the foot of the mountain range where few people travelled.