Posts Tagged ‘snippets’


It’s a while since I’ve posted one of these.

I’m just finished a rewrite of The Lunar Imperative, which first appeared in the Foolish Encounters anthology, making it a LOT longer and adding back in all the fun world-building stuff I thought people wouldn’t want. That’s with my betas and there will be snippets of that another time.


But for now I’m trying to get my head back into the 1930s with Miles Siward and his mother, Emily, wife of the British Ambassador to Bucharest. Miles is visiting the Embassy:

“Since you are without dear Pritchard,” she said, “I thought I would come to see how you are getting on. I see you are having problems with your cuffs. Please allow me.”

“You’re a life saver, Ma.” Miles offered her the box with the cufflinks.

“Platinum?” Ma said. “And dark nacre. I don’t remember these, dear?”

“A gift from a friend,” Miles said, and couldn’t help smiling. Briers had presented him with the small package after a fleeting but mutually satisfying meeting in Paris. Miles hoped that Briers had been equally pleased with the gift he had hidden in his bag before they had left their hotel.

“A friend?” Mother raised her artfully darkened eyebrows – odd how Miles had never noticed the little tricks used by females to enhance their beauty until he had to master them. “I must hear more about this friend at some time. Such good taste Now, give me your hands.”

After so many years helping his father achieve the effortless elegance required of members of His Majesty’s diplomatic service, it was the work of a moment for Ma to fit the links through the stiff linen cuffs.

“Thank you.” Miles shot his cuffs and inspected himself in the mirror. “Will I do, Ma?”

“Beautifully.” Ma linked her arm through his and guided him towards the door. “I don’t know what I did to be blessed with two such handsome sons.”

“We don’t know what we did to be blessed with such good genes.” Miles squeezed her arm gently and opened the door for her.

More later 🙂


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Rainbow Snippets

rainbow snippets

Back again with the usual post of six, approx, sentences from my current WIP, Calon Lan.

Rainbow Snippets is a Facebook group that convenes once a week to share bits of stories, published, unpublished or works in progress, for comment, constructive criticism or because we just feel like sharing. It’s good fun and a great way of getting to know people and showing support. Click the graphic above if you have Facebook and fancy joining in the fun. There should be a post where everyone has deposited their link for this week.

So – my six, as usual following directly on from last week’s. Farmer Nye is bemoaning the difficulty in working the land when all the men have gone off to war.

“I wanted to talk to you about that.” Alwyn’s voice, so rarely used it was just a gruff whisper, was so unexpected that it cut sharply over Nye’s grumbling. “I have a friend who needs a job. Was in my platoon. He’s home, not fit to go down the pit.”

“A miner? What use will a miner be?”

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I don’t know about you, but I miss Six Sentence Sunday. I made an image to use for it and everything. Here is its:


It was a huge group with a very diverse set of authors, some of whom absolutely rocked and some of whom I still follow. But eventually it folded and the group diverged into special interest groups. Most of the MM ones had words like “sexy” in their titles and I never really felt I fitted in there when posting six or however many sentences about whatever – loading a Long Nine, shoeing a horse, taking cavalry over rough ground, supplying an army in a harsh winter. But I still missed the weekly posts, the reasons to show up and display whatever I was working on. So I’m very pleased to be part of a brand new group started on Facebook by Charley Descouteax and Rian Durant. Here’s a new picture to go with the posts:

rainbow snippets


And here is my snippet for this week. It’s from a short story called Calon Lan, set in Wales during the Great War, and it’s a MM romance told from the point of view of the sister of one of the protagonists. These are the first few sentences of the story:

Bethan put the plate on the table and craned her neck to peer past her husband and through the window. The farmyard, still misty even though it was past noon, was empty apart from a few fowls.

“He’s run down the lane.” Nye picked up his knife and fork. “We saw the post cart. Beats me what Alwyn and his pals find to write about.”

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