Summary Sunday

I forgot to include my medieval lady scribe with this post last week. Did you miss her? :-)

Here are some new sentences from Courting Cassandry this week. Do you still need a mini-character list? No new characters are mentioned, but in case your memory is as weak as mine is these days:

Mini-character list:

Gerolt: my 50-something hero
Cassandry: my 40-something heroine
Antony: Cassandry's late husband
Egelina: Cassandry's teenaged daughter

The "her" in Friday's sentence refers to Cassandry, and the "his" refers to Gerolt.

Okay, you may now read on!

Monday: Gerolt broke off as Cassandry’s hand jerked and knocked over her queen, sending the figure rolling so briskly it took out her knight and his bishop and several of his pawns.

Tuesday: Gerolt leaned back in his chair and watched Cassandry for a few moments in silence. Did she realize how much her words revealed?

Wednesday: Antony—brash, reckless, devil-may-care Antony had complained to his wife of an extra rabbit in a tapestry?

Thursday: Egelina’s hands were lost in the shadows near the jewelry casket, but Cassandry heard the tiny click of the key as she locked it shut.

Friday: Half of her wanted to continue to draw his attention to her mistakes—an errant thread there and there and there—but memories were seeping through the other half of a young girl playfully ‘hiding’ the seventh rabbit and honoring the little bird who had brought her so much joy by weaving her portrait in the corner.

Summary Sunday

I've taken a couple of weeks' break from Summary Sunday, but not from working on Courting Cassandry. The 1st draft is still progressing along. Here are some new sentences from this week's writing sessions.

Mini Character List:

Gerolt: My 50-something hero
Cassandry: My 40-something heroine
Rauffe: Gerolt's teenaged son
Antony: Cassandry's late husband
Samson: Gerolt's best friend

Monday: Gerolt’s gaze shifted back to Cassandry’s face. His eyes suddenly grew so warm, she almost felt herself embraced. “There you are,” he murmured.

Tuesday: Gerolt nodded at Cassandry’s daughter, already vanishing through the hall’s exit with Rauffe. “When we come in, I will attempt to help you corner her, if you wish it.”

Wednesday: Antony had carved their initials in the tree the day he had said he wished to marry her, making this their own, special place.

But before it was ours, it was mine and Gerolt’s.

Thursday: (Gerolt to Cassandry, talking about his boyhood with his friend, Samson): “We stole into the village one night and raised the hue and cry just to see all the villagers turn out in alarm, then hid and smothered our laughter as they ran about in confusion in their nightclothes.”

Friday: “You wonderful, wretched bird,” Gerolt said. “If you have raised my hopes for nothing, you may not find me so quick to pluck Gib Cat from the tree the next time he tries to make you his dinner.”