So I swore I was going to be sensible, and cautious, and not start writing “From Whence You Came” until I had a pretty good idea if this was going to succeed but…. yeah. Well. So much for that plan! Because yesterday the story demanded its share of my writing time.
[sleep? who needs sleep?]
So to thank you guys who’ve gotten us thisclose to 50% (49! Over the slower weekend, yet!), here’s a snippet of what you’re going to be getting…
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The water’s surface broke, and a blunt-ended muzzle surfaced, whiskers first. Bradhai clenched the railing, but could not otherwise move as more of the long, thick neck emerged, and the great head – the length of a wagon – rose to eye-level, and turned to look at him. He could have reached out and touched the nearest whiskers, thick as cable and stinking of salt and dead fish, if he had a mind to.
He most emphatically did not.
“Kill it!â€Â the captain, behind him a safe distance, if such a thing existed, was shouting madly. “Someone kill it!â€
If it were that easy, they wouldn’t have needed him.
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*giggles madly, pours more coffee, goes back to work*