Six Sentence Sunday has rolled around again: if all has gone well, I am in Dundee. After the long day of travel, I suspect I may still be in bed. Let’s hope!
In the midst of packing and tying up loose ends, I was also writing (well, when am I not?). One of the things I worked on was a little story called “The Price” which will appear in the inaugural anthology from Fox Spirit Books, Tales of the Nun & Dragon. Isn’t that just the loveliest cover?
I can’t wait to see how the anthology looks. I can’t wait to see all the projects lined up for Fox Spirit Books. Some terrific stuff; that Adele — she makes things happen. So I’m working on a story of a girl who has very little chance of making anything happen. It has a lot to do with it being CE 793 in England — might even end up having something to do with the evil portents in the sky…
Here’s the six:
“You sold me?!” Ælfgifu stared at her parents with disbelief.
Eadgifu winced. “Not sold, my dear. We’ve tithed you.” Her mother ran a hand through her hair, looking very tired…
I went with short and intriguing this time, not to mention rough and unedited (ah, first draft, how you creak). It’s meant just to tease you a bit. I promise to read this story before a big crowd when Adele opens the pub named after this book.
Heh. She probably will.