“Of what value is the word of a skulking animal?”
The creature crawled from the shadows, crouching low on human hands and knees. Keeping its pelt-covered body close to the ground, it used the meager height of her sleeping pallet to shield it from being silhouetted on the tent walls by her single candle. Beneath the animal mask generous lips stretched a shaggy beard revealing even white teeth. It extended its hand. A barrette carved of white bone rested on its calloused palm. The monster touched one end of the hair ornament, extracting a blade narrow enough to conceal behind a single finger, yet long enough to pierce a man’s heart.
“If I deceive,” it whispered, “you can be a widow as quickly as a bride.”
– chapter 2, book 1, Willowsbrook series
LOVE that last sentence! And I love that you post 6 sentences each week! I have such a hard time thinking of what to blog every Saturday. Great post!
Thanks, Andris. Love you site and your name.