

NaNoWriMo: Snippet 2The Captain dismounted and made his way over to the tent where the newcomers were waiting, nodding lightly towards the young man who sat on guard on an upturned bucket outside the tent, carving into an apple with practised ease. Like all the Varanye he was dusky skinned and dark haired, eyes dark and liquid, the red waistcoat of the Marayet worn with pride and hung with silver bells and bits of ribbon, likely given to him by a loved one back in the Valley. They were all a long way from home. Which was a strange thing for a born wanderer to admit, when he had been born in a wandering wagon and traversed the channel skies before theNaNoWriMo: Snippet 2


NaNoWriMo: Snippet 1At first it was hard for Richard to process. Everything had happened so quickly and his brain hadn't had the needed time to catch up, even considering the outlandish nature of the events themselves. Normally, he would have dismissed it as something he had misjudged, some strange trick of the eye. Not a minute earlier he had been having dinner. Safe inside an old house, planning for his drive home in the morning. Now...well...he was sitting in the middle of a puddle with an unconscious woman draped over his lap. Surrounded on all sides by a vast expanse of shifting sky and sand, and water.NaNoWriMo: Snippet 1
There was also the television to co


EvermoreGive me a highway. Give me a lonely stretch of road, going nowhere, running sideways. Laid out like memories across the ragged curve of the world. Give me a reason. A voice that sings in a thousand tongues, questing, questioning. The kind of sound you hear within your heart, and that whispers without words. Give me this lonely, misbegotten string of dreams.Evermore
And let me leave them all behind on the road.


Never talk to strangersThe girl curled her fingers around the collar of his shirt, stumbling slightly as she pulled him close with a drunken smile. Her eyes were glazed, lips slightly parted, she looked like she was about to pass out any second. Ryder wished she would. It would make everything much easier.Never talk to strangers
Reaching up to remove her hands from his shirt he flashed something that resembled a smile and walked over to the counter, pouring two glasses of bourbon. The liquid glowing golden in the soft overhead light. She took her glass with soft laugh and perched on the end of the bed, patting the spot beside her as she took a gulp of the drink.
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Shameless self-promotion.
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If she has to tell the story,
She tells it slowly
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I want a spirit like the wind.
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