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.Â Well.Â So much for that plan!Â Because yesterday the story demanded its share of my writing time.
[sleep?Â who needs sleep?]
So to thank you guys who’ve gotten us thisclose to 50% (49!Â Over the slower weekend, yet!), here’s a snippet of what you’re going to be getting…
The waterâ€™s surface broke, and a blunt-ended muzzle surfaced, whiskers first.Â Bradhai clenched the railing, but could not otherwise move as more of the long, thick neck emerged, and the great head â€“ the length of a wagon â€“ rose to eye-level, and turned to look at him.Â 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.
â€œKill it!â€Â the captain, behind him a safe distance, if such a thing existed, was shouting madly.Â â€œSomeone kill it!â€
If it were that easy, they wouldnâ€™t have needed him.
*giggles madly, pours more coffee, goes back to work*