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Writerly Meme Time!
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dancinghorse and aberwyn and la_marquise_de_...
The rules:
1. Go to page 77 (or 7th) of your current ms
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next 7 lines – sentences or paragraphs – and post them as they’re written. No cheating.
Since I divvy up my manuscripts by chapter and don't put page number headers up until much later, I had to do a bit of math here...but it looks like it ended up being somewhere near the end of Chapter 3 of Love Like Blood. Come to find out, it's one of my favorite scenes!
Shrieking gave way to ecstatic hooting and hollering. Enclavers lined the roofs of the buildings on Boylston Street. They stood between the two short spires above the church's doors...and on top of the eaves...hell, I think saw a few on top of the tall building the next street over. They were on top of the Fairmont Hotel on the south side of the square, a good few hundred of them...and I was sure if I looked up behind me, there would be a phalanx standing on the library roof.
All of them vampires.
Over a thousand of them, all here in this one spot.
All because of me.
Suddenly Duncan and the black blur shot towards then past me to my left, so close I felt their breath as they flew past, the blur's leather duster flapping by me and snapping against my arm, leaving a stinging welt even underneath my own jacket. I twirled around from the force of their move, almost shoved off balance, only to catch myself just as I heard a hard THOCK against the library’s granite façade. I looked up...both had landed sideways against the granite for a few brief seconds, both of them on their haunches, breathing heavily and staring and snarling at each other.
I finally had a good look at who was kicking Duncan’s ass.
Cassandra glanced at me, winking and flashing a fang. “Hey,” she said.
dancinghorse and aberwyn and la_marquise_de_...The rules:
1. Go to page 77 (or 7th) of your current ms
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next 7 lines – sentences or paragraphs – and post them as they’re written. No cheating.
Since I divvy up my manuscripts by chapter and don't put page number headers up until much later, I had to do a bit of math here...but it looks like it ended up being somewhere near the end of Chapter 3 of Love Like Blood. Come to find out, it's one of my favorite scenes!
Shrieking gave way to ecstatic hooting and hollering. Enclavers lined the roofs of the buildings on Boylston Street. They stood between the two short spires above the church's doors...and on top of the eaves...hell, I think saw a few on top of the tall building the next street over. They were on top of the Fairmont Hotel on the south side of the square, a good few hundred of them...and I was sure if I looked up behind me, there would be a phalanx standing on the library roof.
All of them vampires.
Over a thousand of them, all here in this one spot.
All because of me.
Suddenly Duncan and the black blur shot towards then past me to my left, so close I felt their breath as they flew past, the blur's leather duster flapping by me and snapping against my arm, leaving a stinging welt even underneath my own jacket. I twirled around from the force of their move, almost shoved off balance, only to catch myself just as I heard a hard THOCK against the library’s granite façade. I looked up...both had landed sideways against the granite for a few brief seconds, both of them on their haunches, breathing heavily and staring and snarling at each other.
I finally had a good look at who was kicking Duncan’s ass.
Cassandra glanced at me, winking and flashing a fang. “Hey,” she said.
