Things will soon be coming to a head in The Lady and the Minstrel. Thursday's new sentence was a bit of a tipping point. Hope you enjoy this week's sampler from my WIP! :-)
Monday: It must have
to do with the woman. There could be no other explanation.
Tuesday: She glanced
up at him, her eyes flaring wide. She has not your powers of
self-possession, my lad.
Wednesday: No law in
the land would object to Strode defending his own honor and that of his
betrothed’s by hunting and cutting down a wild, wanton minstrel.
Thursday: Somewhere
in the inklike hours of the night, while the men around him in the servant’s
room lay snoring and snuffling, the numbness of his brother’s death had worn
off and a low, simmering anger began to burn in Robert’s belly.
Friday: What might
one need to see so clearly at this hour of the day? Robert knew what he should
wish to see.
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