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I have another longish WIPpet for you this week, so I’ll just assume most of you know the WIPpet Wednesday deal. If you don’t, the rules are below. Many thanks to our lovely hostess, K.L. Schwengel.

Math this week is once again 500 words for the 5 in 15.

Character descriptions:

Arvid 5’6″, dark copper skin, long brown hair, brown eyes, athletic build.

Taiamuk 6’3″, long red hair, gray eyes, a multitude of freckles, numerous scars, muscles a la Jackie Chan. Notable scars include three stab wounds on his right side and a long, horizontal gash across his chest.

Necessary Context: It is winter and there is snow. Arvid, being Arvid, has carefully rationed the food. This scene happens a few minutes after last week’s post and is a result of Tai’s second display of stubbornness for the day.  For those who missed the laundry day excerpt, I need to point out that Tai has one piece of clothing: trousers. That’s it. Unless you count the belts he uses to carry his weapons…

You took him in. He’s your responsibility.

She sighed and slumped against the tree. Her mother’s voice acted as a phantom of practicality, but her father’s spoke to her now. The man seemed to want to prove something to her. What, she had no idea, but it made him stubborn or stupid enough to risk irreparable injury for no other reason that she saw. Stubbornness deserved its own fate, but given their language barrier, the possibility existed she misinterpreted something. If she ignored her conscience now, she risked constant torment from herself later.

Relenting, she started back toward the shack. “Come on, then. Let’s go home for the night.”

The man stood and followed, not speaking. When they got back to the shack, he sat in front of the fire, with his forearms propped on his knees. He ignored the bowl of porridge in favor of staring into the flames.

Arvid looked at his feet again. They needed treatment and he needed food. A man his size needed to eat a lot to keep from feeling hunger pains. Putting off her bath, she started with his feet. With no extra bucket to soak them in, she settled for soaking rags in the cool water of their barrel. She knelt to dunk a bundle of them then walked on her knees with the scraps of fabric sopping wet and dripping everywhere.

“This will help with the frostbite.” Although she might as well talk to the pot before she set it in the fire, she felt compelled to tell the man what she intended. When she finished that, she held out the bowl of cold porridge to him.  “You need to eat.”

He met her eyes, expression neutral. “Ayrvid eat.” He pronounced her name and her word for “eat” syllable by syllable in a thick accent and flipped his tongue to form the “r.”

He knew her name. It proved he knew [something spoilery]. She set down the bowl and sat on her hands to keep herself from smacking him. Staring at the fire, she struggled against the humiliation churning her belly and the heat rising in her cheeks.

Something tapped against her lips. She jerked her head back to see what. The man held a spoonful of porridge up to her. His brows were raised in a semi-pleading expression. “Ayrvid eat.”

She looked at the spoon, then back at the man’s eyes. Her first thought told her to be stubborn, but at this point that idea seemed like an idiotic continuation of a pointless argument. She accepted the spoon, ate half of the porridge in the bowl, added what she left in the pot, then slid the bowl back to him. “Happy now?”

The man’s brows drew together and he picked up the spoon to hold in front of her face. “Ayrvid eat moof.”

Arvid shook her head and pointed to the barrel. “No. I want a bath now. Keep your eyes to yourself.”

New Forest Clearing, by Brian Pike, 1980.  So, for those of you who were wondering about space last week, this is kind of, sort of what I have in my head. A natural clearing with tress spaced out around it. The trees in my head are bigger, though, and a bit farther apart. If I can remember what forest I'm basing my image on, I'll let you know. I have been to many, many, many forests, though, so in my brain they're sorted more by type than name or place.

New Forest Clearing, by Brian Pike, 1980.
So, for those of you who were wondering about space last week, this is kind of what I have in my head: a natural clearing with tress spaced out around it. The trees in my head are bigger and a bit farther apart. If I can remember what forest I’m basing my image on, I’ll let you know. I have been to many, many, many forests, though, so in my brain they’re sorted more by type than name or place.

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WIPpet BannerHey there! I’m gonna be quick about the intro. today because my WIPpet this week is 500 words. SO!

Thank you K.L. Schwengel for hosting.

The rules of WIPpet Wednesday are below.

Today we revisit Queen of Bears, were I’ll probably hang for a bit. I asked folks on FB if they’d like to see monsters or Taiamuk this week and got a draw. So, I solved it the way any rational person does: I flipped a coin. So, this week, you get 500 words of Arvid with Tai for the 5 in 15.

Also, if you still don’t know about the Thing, a brief explanation is posted here.

Character descriptions:

Arvid About 5’6″ Dark copper skin, brown hair, brown eyes, athletic build.

Taiamuk 6’3″, long-haired redhead with gray eyes, a multitude of freckles, numerous scars (mostly arms and torso), and muscles a la Jackie Chan. Notable scars include three stab wounds on his right side and a long, horizontal gash across his chest.

Necessary Context: Happens the day after the last post involving awkward sleeping arrangements for survival’s sake but before the laundry day post. Spoilers have been removed and I’m still working on Tai’s language, hence the brackets. I’d appreciate any critique on the action and whether Arvid’s interpretations of Tai seem believable.

She looked for a new tree to fight under the assumption the one she used the night before needed time to recover. The man trailed behind her, barefoot, from one potential victim to the next. She refused to look at his face, though she glanced at his feet several times. She wondered if he considered them expendable, given the depth of snow he waded through without covering them. After a few minutes of thumping trees to test them, she picked a sturdy treenamehere and raised her staff to attack.

The man caught her arm. [words, words, words] His inflection and raised brows gave her the impression he asked a question.

Scowling, she wrenched her arm away, uninterested in what he wanted to ask and offended that he interfered with her practice.

Without changing his expression, he swung his right fist toward her face. She blocked with her staff and shot her foot toward his belly. He jumped back and crouched into ready position. With eyes shining and a hint of a smile tugging at one corner of his lips, he twitched his fingers in an “attack me” gesture.

He wanted to spar with his bare fists against her staff. The insult stung. She set the staff aside, crouched, and waited.

She let ninety heartbeats go by. “You wanted to spar, so spar.”

He furrowed his brows, crouched a little further, and twitched his fingers again. It seemed he preferred to defend than to attack.

Arvid took advantage of his waiting, using the time to scan his body. It took her longer than usual to determine him to be right-handed. He trained on both sides with great discipline, she guessed, given the subtlety of the differences in musculature between his left and right.

After eighty heartbeats went by, he straightened and rubbed the back of his head. [words, words, words]

She attacked. She almost got in a kick to the ribs. Almost. With awe-inspiring speed, he blocked her leg and returned with a kick to her side. She stumbled and fell, her side aching.

He came after her, hands held out as if to help her, brows wrinkled in what looked like concern, and repeating the word [word] many times.

She sprang to her feet and flung a punch at him. His expression changed to a wide smile and gleaming eyes. He blocked the punch. When she shot out her leg for a kick, he dodged with a back-flip. She charged before he landed, hoping to catch him in the belly with her shoulder. He spun out of the way, caught her in both arms as he came around, and rolled her to the ground to pin her with her face in the snow.

Not even Oya pinned her in such a short space of time! Injured, perhaps, but not pinned. Reluctant to give him the credit, she wanted to blame her time away from sparring partners, but she saw the way he moved. Or rather, she barely saw it. “Yield.”

Fight

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The UNPLANNED Bloopers

A first-year college student adjusting to life in the States.
A brand-new pregnancy center desperate for new volunteers.
A mysterious phone call from a girl who’s far too young to be pregnant.


UNPLANNED
from award-winning suspense novelist Alana Terry

After volunteering at a crisis pregnancy center, Kennedy Stern finds herself a pawn in a deadly game of intrigue, at the mercy of those who consider a few innocent lives a small ransom to pay for victory.

One of my favorite things to share when I release a new novel is the blooper reel. I type really fast, and my fingers almost always get ahead of my brain. When I’m dictating instead of typing, my computer program is even more likely to come up with hilarious approximations to what I really tried to say.

I hope you enjoy the Unplanned blooper reel as much as I did.

(Also, be sure to see below to get your own pre-release copy of Unplanned before it hits the bookstores.)

Bloopers from Unplanned

Dictation Errors (My computer tries to understand my voice. It really does. But sometimes it fails epically.)

Her voice was too horse to allow her to talk on the phone. (Unless you’re Mr. Ed the talking horse, you probably don’t have that problem.)

Her heart was sobbing so hard when she got back to the couch. (Well, I guess if I was trying to get all poetic and emo it might have worked, but I imagine a sobbing heart would require a defibrillator or something.)

A man in uniform stood over Kennedy’s dad. (That’s supposed to be bed. If Kennedy’s dad hadn’t been overseas in China, you may have overlooked it.)

Dustin stretched his cheek. (Unless you do crazy yoga exercises with your face every day, you probably can’t do this. At least not as well as he does. You probably can, however, scratch your cheek without straining a muscle.)

She flashed the rest of breakfast down the toilet. (This is just wrong on so many different levels.)

Her salsa turned into loud, terrified shrieks. (No, this isn’t a line from Revenge of the Tacos. It was supposed to say Her sobs had.)

My Errors (I can’t blame these on a dictation program, a computer slipup, or anything besides my own overworked fingers or foggy brain.)

From where she sat, Kennedy could see his profile at an angle. (Aren’t all profiles seen at an angle?)

She flung her eyes open at the sound of a muffled Braham’s Lullaby coming from her bookback. (What’s a bookback, you’d like to know? I think it’s a cross between a book bag and a backpack, but I’m really not sure.)

Reuben and Willow were really the only people who would really care if she vanished. Had she really not made any other friends? (These two sentences have way too many instances of a particular word. They really do.)

By the time the image of his family finished loading, she had already read the captain. (I still don’t know if that’s Captain Ahab, Captain Picard, or Captain Crunch. I never got the chance to ask. I was too busy wondering what the caption said.)

Kennedy winced as her wrist cut against the handcuff. (I have heard of handcuffs cutting wrists before, but never the other way around. At least not until now. This does, however, make for a fun tongue twister.)

WANT YOUR OWN COPY OF UNPLANNED NOW?

A first-year college student adjusting to life in the States.
A brand-new pregnancy center desperate for new volunteers.
A mysterious phone call from a girl who’s far too young to be pregnant.


UNPLANNED
from award-winning suspense novelist Alana Terry

After volunteering at a crisis pregnancy center, Kennedy Stern finds herself a pawn in a deadly game of intrigue, at the mercy of those who consider a few innocent lives a small ransom to pay for victory.

(Be sure to see below to get your own pre-release copy of Unplanned before it hits the bookstores.)

Protagonist Kennedy Stern vs. Author Alana Terry
(a video interview)

It’s always fun to learn how much of themselves authors put into their characters. For Alana Terry, it can be a whole lot! In her new Christian suspense series, the main character Kennedy Stern is a lot like Alana was in college. They both were in school in the Boston area, they both were pre-med students, and they both loved Russian literature. Watch the four-minute video to learn about even more similarities.



WANT YOUR OWN COPY OF UNPLANNED NOW?

Unplanned is the newest Christian suspense novel from award-winning author, Alana Terry. PRE-ORDER the ebook today, fill out the form below, and receive:

  • a pre-release copy of Unplanned (no waiting for launch day)
  • the Unplanned Bonus Materials (go behind-the-scenes with deleted scenes, bloopers, character studies, and more!)
  • 30 Days of Prayer to End Abortion devotional
  • an exclusive 20-minute video from the author answering readers’ frequently asked questions (includes  the story of the mysterious phone call Alana received that was the basis for the novel)
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