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Yes, that’s right. We’ll just jump right in with 9 paragraphs for the month of September.

The monster regarded her with its unreadable expression while several heartbeats pounded by. “She returned to the human village unharmed. The scouts say she traveled back the way you came at dawn.”

Arvid let out a breath. The heavy guilt of almost getting Oya killed still pressed on her shoulders, but she forced her fingers to loosen around the knife. Oya and Kiano would be fine. They would be fine, so everything would be fine.

“Now answer my question. Did we make a mistake in letting the other sow go?”


The monster nodded. “Good. As for you, I don’t think you have any idea what you’re doing. You are our prisoner until sunrise. We’ll decide what to do with you then.”

“I have a job to do.”

The monster howled so loudly Arvid’s ears ached. The row of fringe along its spine flared into brutal spikes along its back. It snapped its teeth half an inch from Arvid’s face.

Arvid’s arms shook and she struggled to calm her breath, but she held her ground.

Hands took hold of her arms and legs. Before she could react, they set in her back in her tree. “Get some sleep,” someone said, “looks like it’s going to be a long night.”

The monsters settled back into their places, ring upon ring around the tree. Arvid strapped herself on, relieved, despairing, indignant, grateful, impatient, hopeful, and generally overwhelmed by the sundry emotions fighting for first place in her thoughts. She finally settled on, “this stinks,” and shut her eyes in an attempt to imitate her hosts. It didn’t work. She fell asleep minutes before sunset. Just in time for the monsters to wake up.

WIPpet Wednesday is a weekly blog hop hosted by the talented K.L. Schwengel. To join, post a snippet of your work in progress that somehow relates to the date. (How it relates is entirely up to you.) Then hop on over to the linky and add yourself in the rest of us can find you. 🙂

I’m already running late, today, so I’ll skip the long spiels, but if any of you love to beta read, Fairy Blood is just begging for it. ~100K, contemporary fantasy, female protagonist, one early alpha called it morbid. I’ll send by October 15th and need it back by November 1st.  I have no idea when/if I’ll be able to reciprocate, but I’m happy to try or at least give you a free copy of the final. Thanks!

Whenever I think of the word "treed," I think of Where the Red Fern Grows, and those poor raccoons. :-(

Whenever I read the word “treed,” I think of Where the Red Fern Grows, and those poor raccoons. 😦