8 Sentence Sunday

Happy WeWriWa Sunday one and all. This next 8 takes place shortly after the last 8 sentences. Alice will learn her fate pretty soon now.

          “You will be pleased to know I’ve sent my man ahead to deliver the good news to Lord Selwyn.”
          She paled at that. So, she was not set on the marriage to Robert Selwyn. Perhaps it was just as well, for the man surely would not have her now. Not since she’d been in the hands of Welsh warriors and in the bed of Nicholas Warde. Surely, there would be hell to pay when Selwyn came to Gray Cross.
           “Do you feel up to it, my intention is to ride for Gray Cross this morn. Tis but four leagues from here.”
          “Whatever you think best,” she replied. “But I must tell you, I am not much of a horsewoman.”

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8 Sentence Sunday...Alice's continuing adventures in the 13th century

Move ahead a bit, copied and pasted and left out the yadda yadda. She's trying to think on her feet and give him answers that can't be checked out.

Have you any idea where you were held or how you came to be in the water?”

           She looked down at her hands, twisted them in her lap. “No idea,” she insisted. “Though I believe I must have been running away. That would make sense. That somehow I slipped away and fell into the river?”
He gave her a nod. “Indeed, lady, it does make sense.”

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8 Sentence Sunday

Honestly, I'm really enjoying writing this book but I'm hearing over and over again that there's not much of a market for time travel. I've given about 2 seconds thought to changing it, taking out the TT component but this thing is practically writing itself. I'd sure hate to put the hoo-doo on my mojo by changing it around when I've just figured out how this thing is going to end and how the legend of the black knight came into being. So, without further argument from the little devil on my left shoulder, I am continuing with The Black Knight of Gray Cross as it's come to me. And so, Alice's situation is becoming curiouser and curiouser...

She took a deep breath. “Alice. My name is Alice Talbot.”
His jaw dropped and he sat down heavily on the bench before the hearth. “God’s teeth, Lady Talbot, the entire country has been looking for you these many months.”
Alice shook her head, the impossibility of that statement rocking her. “I…that’s not possible. How can that be possible?”


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8 Sentence Sunday

Continuing where we left off, no secrets revealed yet but here's 8 more sentences from The Black Knight of Gray Cross:

 

The room was too chilly and she snuggled closer to the warmth of the large body lying next to her. With a contented sigh, she decided to give in to urge to go back to sleep. Until a thick arm curved around her and drew her closer into its embrace. Her eyes flew open and she found herself staring into a pair of blue eyes that rivaled the turquoise of the Caribbean Sea. With a shriek, she thrust away from him, moving so fast she tumbled off the end of the bed, hitting the floor with a resounding thud.

The brute sharing the bed with her offered up a lazy smile, then sat up, idly scratching his broad chest. “Good morrow, lass. Did you sleep well?”

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