May 26, 2012 by Elin Gregory
Here we go again – Six Sentence Sunday! The usual thing – register with the site then on Sunday post just six sentences from a published work or WIP. Links on the site will allow you to go whizzing around the world reading other people’s sentences. It’s a lot of fun.
Here are mine – again I’m using my WIP “A Fierce Reaping” based on the 6th century AD poem Y Gododdin. Introducing another character here who will become more important to Cynfal as time goes by:
The harper he had noticed earlier, crouched at Marro’s feet, was not a boy, as Cynfal had thought but a man grown, though the boniness of his wrists suggested that he was still young. Dark hair swung forward to shadow his face, a close cropped beard shadowed his jaw, but the clear grey eyes, rimmed with black, were on Aneurin, watching for cues, and the thin lips moved, shaping the words silently. It was an austere face, with prominent but beautiful bones – the face of a fanatic, or a saint, or of a young man who had been desperately ill.
“Who’s that?” Cynfal whispered, nudging Aeddan.
Aeddan leaned and looked then made white eyes like a frightened horse. “That’s Gwion, Cynon’s young cousin – a man to avoid.”