Happily stolen from *otakuhostess!

"Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations. No more than one sentence!"

Like so many before me, I am going to post a paragraph, and not a single line. More interesting that way. I've discovered I don't have so many WIPs as I thought I did. I've got a few finished short pieces. Here's what I got, though!

1. "I’m as human as you are." He was, of course, taking Joel’s words as seriously and literally as possible.
"Yes, but you cheat."

2. Joel often said that Jayce looked suspicious enough to put the entire Demaris Royal Guard on alert just by walking past the palace walls, but when he and Joel were out on a mission like this, the retired assassin insisted on donning his familiar dark garb. He had explained that it was easier to hide in the shadows and remain undetected, though Joel secretly suspected that the man just liked the look.

3. "Oh, so you are home! I was starting to worry that-Joel! Do you sleep naked?!"
Joel scowled at his visitor as the blanket slipped down on shoulder, further revealing his nudity. "Stefan."
"I like to boast that I know everything about you, my friend, but really…"
"Stefan."
"There’re things that a guy just doesn’t want to know, you know?"
"Stefan."
"I mean, Gods above, Jo’! You could at least throw on some damned pants before going to the front door!"
"Stefan!"

4."Fayrin!" Adviser Samttir, old and overweight, was shuffling quickly down the hall. "Fentayrin, I need you to look over those documents from Gorthia!"
"Oops. Time to go," Without a second glance Fayrin began limping away as quickly as he could.
"Fayrin! Don’t think you can get away!"
"And why not?" The mage called back over his shoulder.
"You can’t outrun me, you cripple!"
"Like hell I can’t! I just need to make it to the next warp pad and I can teleport anywhere in the castle!"
"Fayrin!"
"Mahahahahaha!"
Caithyn decided it was time to discreetly take his leave.

5. "Look," Volan snapped, too occupied with weaving the ship out of enemy fire to even turn his horned head to look at Rowek. "Are you flying this ship or am I?"
"I’m just saying that if we’ve lost the rear deflector-"
"I didn’t think so. Shut the hell up."
"Don’t tell me to-" He was interrupted as they took another blow, the entire ship rocking and Rowek grabbed the arms of his chair again, face panic stricken. "Oh god. We’re going to die, aren’t we."

6. It was just past midday, when the sun was starting to realize that it wasn’t worth clinging to his zenith and he might as well let gravity take hold and fade into the cooler afternoon. The air was unusually warm for this time of year, and thick with the rich scent of ripening apples, hanging heavily on the trees in
(You can see how far I got with that one.)

7. "And there’s that stupid festival today, and every desperate Lady and a few princesses, which are worse, will be there, breathing down his neck! Devon, Devon, find some woman with an ounce of sense in her head! And then-Oh Gods! V’linaa will be there! And I have to be there! Oh, if there’s one person I don’t want to so today, it’s that pompous sorceress! She’ll hunt me down, I know it, and she’ll start crooning about some half-baked spell she’s invented that I’ve been using for years! And I haven’t had my Gods-Damned Coffee yet!!!"

8. "He’s probably just mad that his table doesn’t have as much fish as he demands. Where does he think he’s living? Lamport? Glutton."
Tilsandra almost smiled. "Now, Fayrin…If fish were lemon tarts…"
"Then we wouldn’t get those little slices of lemon with our water. ‘Sandra, don’t you—"



Aaaaand that's all you get for today. I tag....Um...That guy. *points at YOU*