From Price of Justice:
Startled by a wet nose in the eye, (Caissa) jumped and groaned. She squinted at liquid brown eyes at the end of the long muzzle. Two enormous ears perked her direction. The dog whined.
“Jasper?” The thin black and red dog was an old friend, companion to the one friend who had occupied her thoughts ever since she’d seen the druids. “Where’s Raven?”
“I am here, scholar.” The woman who spoke did not—at the moment—resemble a druid.
Well, now you know at least two old friends resurface. What would an Ah-rahk story without Jasper be? Wrong, that's what.
However, I've also broken my WIP into smaller viewpoint-specific chunks for my first drafts. I don't have 77 pages of Rhami yet, so this is from page 7:
“I’d be happier with a tower,” (Rhami) repeated. “Wizards should have towers. The Great Harvarkoset—”“Died wit’ his t’roat cut, stallion. His tower didant save him.”He hunched further. The disastrous end of his most famous ancestor was a sore spot. “That’s not my point. My point was that he had one, and he was the most famous wizard ever.”(Galena's) blade flashed in its steady journey up and down. “A tower don’ make you famous.”
Hmm. Using the "quotes" option totally wonked up the formatting. Annoying. Anyhoo...
Feeling a strong urge to write something other than a post. Gotta go.
Happy Wednesday, dear readers. Stay warm.