Every
month, Katie over at Whisperings of the Pen hosts a fun linky called Snippets of Story.
To participate, you choose the best bits from your recent writing and post them. I didn’t do much writing in May but here are my favorite bits from what I did write.
As they
finished their simple meal a short while later, Cathbadh sat up straighter and threw a quick glance at Malagi.
“Master.” He waited for Merthyr to
turn and look at him. “Why are we off
to Elysium so suddenly?”
Merthyr looked from one young man to
the other. He leaned back and took a
long drink from his flask. His two
apprentices waited.
“The Time has come,” the Master Sage
finally said.
Malagi and Cathbadh exchanged puzzled looks.
“The Time?” Malagi questioned.
The Three Kyngdoms
The door
between the sisters’ rooms opened and Cordelia entered, fully ready for
breakfast. Penelope looked up at her.
“Are you done dressing already,
Cora?”
“Yes. Are you almost done? I’m
very hungry.”
“Marta is nearly finished with my
hair. Then I will be ready.”
Cordelia nodded and walked to the
window, where she stood quietly looking out at the garden below. Something in her eyes and the way she held
her head told Penelope that her twin had something troubling on her mind. She waited a moment and when Cordelia still
did not speak, asked softly,
“What is it, Cora?”
Cordelia did not turn around. “They were talking about England again last
night.”
Gemini
Elsheba had
not come in by the end of the meal.
Just as everyone rose from their chairs, the door flew open and Aiyala
burst in, breathless from running.
“I beg your pardons, Your
Majesties!” she gasped. “I have been
searching for Princess Elsheba for over an hour and cannot find her! I’ve hunted throughout all the seventeen
towers and from the topmost turrets to the deepest dungeons!”
The queens exchanged bemused looks that held a hint of worry.
Quara
Llewllyn
leaned against the rail next to Seren.
Seeing her eyes on her brother again, he casually said,
“Iorwerth isn’t angry. He’s just….”
“Worried over the fate of Cambria
should something happen to both of us.” Seren’s voice was quiet. “I know, Llew.”
They were silent a moment.
“Of course,” Seren reminded him, “If
something were to happen, you would be next in line to the throne.”
“But for the fact that where Iorwerth
goes, I go; and his enemies will never reach him except over my dead body.” The passion and loyalty in his voice hung in
the air.
Seren’s eyes met his. “The old bond is stronger than ever between
you two.”
Llewellyn only smiled in acknowledgement.
The Three Kyngdoms
Head over and check it out! Several other writers have linked to some great story bits! Here is the link to the June edition.
Miss Melody Muffin