Don't Tell Me I Gammon With Anyone's Heart

I find myself in the same position as a character of mine - only, he was talking to a patient and I am talking to you...  In short, there are many and sundry things one can say to people who are about to read another snippets post, and I feel I have said, and you have heard, them all.  It is not me but them you have come to read, and as I am going to go back in among them myself as soon as I finish here giving you a peek at what I have been about, why prevaricate any longer - except to say: have you read The Mind of the Maker yet?  HMM?

October Snip-Whippets

The girl raised her head and looked steadily, wide-eyed, into Margaret’s face. The dark lips were parted a little in surprise; she was seeing, again, the horned creature in the woods, and saw Julianna weighing whether to be spooked or at ease with Margaret’s voice. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Centurion, too, looking across the table at his sister’s face, breath bated, willing her with an almost physical power to calm herself.
Plenilune

...she felt keenly the stinging wet knife of the wind, but over that there grew another feeling, a feeling akin to the marshlight country around her and the shepherd’s panpipe on the fells, something altogether of Plenilune, which sang out of her heart like the hawk let loose on the wing.
Plenilune


Even a Fool,” he said, “who has nothing to do but look and listen, forgets the sheer bull-headedness of a woman in a rage."
Plenilune

Margaret gently drew him back. “It is a harsh portrait you paint. I fear I, like the images of the women of old, have lost the skill of love.”
Plenilune

Why did she feel as if this were their last meeting? All at once she wanted to reach across and touch him, though everything in her recoiled at the thought, just to prove to herself that the nightmarish feeling was a fraud. “Don’t be so serious. If you are serious I cannot bear life. You must laugh, or I have no hope at all.”
Plenilune

Nay, you will not run like a coward! I am sick of your face—here, let me make it better pleasing!”
Plenilune

She wore the chinaberry dress—which was like wearing the very splendour of the sun—and, though she was afraid, the sloe-bitter bite of vengeance made the sight of it taste better in her mouth.
Plenilune

She frowned. “You make so light of it.”
“To laugh,” he replied, “is the blithest weapon of those who live in the dark.”
Plenilune

Odd how he conjured up the old Bible narratives and gave them a flesh they never had before. Laughing softly, self-deprecatingly, more comfortable and at peace and at a loss than ever before, Margaret murmured, “To whom would I go…?” And she fell asleep before there could be any chestnuts at all.
Plenilune

...looking up from her needle-work on her elaborate New Year dress, the longing caught her powerfully by the throat and she wondered why. Why. Why did she so desperately want to sit with the oddest creature in God’s creation who could do her no good, who had a white feather where his heart ought to be?
Plenilune

The wild animal stiffened as if an electric charge had been run through him. Only for an instant, not quite a heartbeat, then he leapt from his chair and slashed his hand to the side. Papers whirled and shredded from the force of the gesture. Margaret felt as if all the air had been ripped from her lungs. 
Plenilune

Then tell him that I commend him for his agrarian concern but that I am unqualified to give him an answer. I came regarding other matters that lie between my lord’s house and his. The pearl of great price in the glens of Ginseio is a jewel I can neither give nor take.” 
Spirit

Ji Hazel put the flat of his foot on the man’s face and turned it away so that we would not have to look at its gawking death-mask stare. Then he looked at me, his eyes gleaming beryl-coloured in the moonlight. I could see in his face that he was thinking, She saved my life, but he did not say it, for it would have sounded surprised and untrusting if put into words. So he put his hand in the small of my back instead and drew me close, fitting me a little awkwardly against his side for I was the same height as he. His hand was warm and I was cold, and I shivered into the torn fabric of his impractical white tunic.
“I think I had better go back to Ashanti tonight,” he mused grimly. Then, his voice turning a little into my hair, “Spirit?”
I slid my arms around his narrow hips and turned my cheek against his. “You have but to whistle on the winds,” I replied, “and wherever I am, I will come to you.”
His finger touched my bloody rouge. His eyes, downturned, glinted in the moonlight.
“I know.”
Spirit

7 ripostes:

  1. Interesting, intriguing, amazing, haunting, beautiful ... there are so many words to describe your writing ...

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  2. Oh my, your into made me laugh. ;)
    Yay! Lots of snippets this month! (If you can't tell, I'm in a rather giddy mood.)
    4,5, & 8 are my favorite. Epicness here, ma cherie amie.

    blessings,
    ~bree

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  3. Oh, and the last one! How could I forget the last one? <3

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  4. Pardon your French. :P

    You picked some of my favourites as well! Unfortunately I feel as if I'm getting into the part of the plot in which I have to hold things closer to my chest. But I'm sure I can still spin off some pretty pieces to show you. ^.^

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  5. “You have but to whistle on the winds,” I replied, “and wherever I am, I will come to you.” What a lovely line! It reminds me in a way of the Shepard in "Hind's feet on High Places."

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  6. "to laugh," he replied, "is the blithest weapon of those who live in the dark..." Wowsers, Jenny. That one took *me* by the throat. You are quotable. Truly quotable. I like the two after that the best of them all....so gentle yet spirited. So quiet but red. Well done, this month!

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  7. Jenny, I am smitten and held captive by your words! As Rachel commented before, you are so quotable :). And I cannot pick a favourite of these amazing snippets...

    But picking a random favourite all the same, I truly loved this one because simply it is so. "Odd how he conjured up the old Bible narratives and gave them a flesh they never had before. Laughing softly, self-deprecatingly, more comfortable and at peace and at a loss than ever before, Margaret murmured, 'To whom would I go…?' And she fell asleep before there could be any chestnuts at all."

    This round of snippets was really beautiful, artistic, peaceful and the imagery splendid! Not mentioning the dialogue. I enjoyed the post a lot :D.

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