8 Sentence Sunday

First off, let me apologize for not posting last Sunday. My sister had back surgery and I had to help out. Not with the surgery...this is why syntax is so important...but in general. I'm happy to say she's doing better, though she's still hurting and will be for some time.

So, back to where we left off. Alice had just learned the man who rescued her is none other than Nicholas Warde, the Second Earl of Gray Cross.

“No,” she said, so softly that he could barely hear her. “It’s not possible.” Her eyes rolled back in her head and her knees gave way.

With a curse, Nicholas leaped toward her, catching her before she collapsed and fell into the fire.  What could possibly have caused her to faint at the very mention of his name. He had a good reputation, was known to be a fair man in all of his dealings, from the lowest of the low to those who thought themselves above him.

He took care of his town and the outlying dwellings, was even handed with his servants, serfs and freemen alike.

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8 Sentence Sunday

The continuing adventures of Alice and The Black Knight of Gray Cross whereby our heroine awakens to find herself centuries in the past and alone in a room with a strange man:

“Indeed, I must insist you tell me your name and explain your presence on my lands.”

Her mouth opened before she clamped it shut again, spine straightening in defiance. She glared at him for a moment.

“I asked you first.”

He laughed with delight and stood, caring not that water lapped over the edges to pool on the floor.

“Very well, wench, I shall tell you.” He stepped out of the tub, wrapping a towel around his waist. “I am Nicholas Warde, the Second Earl of Gray Cross.”

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8 Sentence Sunday and The Black Knight of Gray Cross

Welcome to the continuing adventures of Alice and the Black Knight of Gray Cross. The research involved in this wip has been fairly intense and I hope I have a clear enough understanding of the history involved to make sure it's as accurate as can be, given what's known of Welsh civil wars with England's Edward the First. In this 8 sentences, our hero and heroine meet for the first time:

“Do you know her, Nicholas?” Edmund’s horse plunged into the water and he reached out to grab the reins of his friend’s mount.

“Nay, I do not. Who would do such a thing? Why she can’t be much older than your sister, Edmund.”

Nicholas untangled the girl’s hair and bent to lift her out of the water, certain she must be dead. Until she opened her eyes. He uttered a startled shout and stumbled backward, drenching himself in the slow moving river.

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