Mes Chers

maresgate

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why beat around the bush?

But Avery had become invested in his own reins and was fiddling with them protractedly, the ends of his forelock damp and dangling in his eyes. “I was going to say you could kill him,” he admitted at length; “but then I was not sure in my own heart that I was gammoning, and I frightened myself.”
talldogs

Spoken like a Maresman,” laughed Avery. 
talldogs

Her face blossomed like an orchid, colouring faintly, and a little of the St. Jermaine bled through, somehow, in the surprised joy of her countenance.
talldogs

He pivoted—her head whirled—and swung her into the light again; downward bent, his teeth laughed at her, canines abnormally sharp in his mouth: was it the lighting and the terror, or did his mouth look sheeny red, as with blood?
maresgate

He pressed his first two fingers to her broken lips and hauled the horsewhip back behind his head. His eyes flashed.
"Fight me!"
maresgate

Turning back, he asked, "Did you cry?"
cruxgang

Taking his finger from his broken skin, [Bruin] asked gently, mockingly, “What will you do to me, which Badger has not already done?”
lamblight

Playfully quizzical and suspicious he produced his hand like a lady, head backflung to watch her slip her fingers beneath his as a steadying influence, and lay two, three drops of the light brown liquid on the flecked skin. The marriage of living heat and essence was instant. [He] was overcome by the sharp top note of black pepper, red-laced across his vision, and in a moment he was wandering through the scents of nutmeg and blood orange, smooth and powerful as the sides of a sorrel mare. And down beneath it all, rich and made richer with the passing of time, lay the olibanum, a gift of kings and to Christ himself.
cruxgang

Her sister’s voice was careening downward into softer, more desperate tones. “Damn Goddgofang,” she panted disconsolately. “Damn him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate you all…”
maresgate

He walked up behind her through the silent dark to where she knelt on the gaily-coloured travertine in the pillowing cloud of candlelight, a bundle of silk around her waist. Her hair was piled atop her head; her bare back and shoulders glistened with scented oils. With his feet mingling in the water and his humours mingling with her perfume, [he] slipped his hand around her throat and drew back her head. She stiffened, eyelashes fluttering: her left hand closed tightly on her straight-razor.
He pressed his mouth against the curve of her brow and came away damp. Her blood beat beneath his fingertips.
"You are good to me."
cruxgang

His teeth flashed in that curious angry humour of his family. “By the twelve houses! I remember when you were just a kitten mewling on your mother’s knee. A’come,” he added, beckoning. As he came a step into the room, the candlelight stroked the backs of its hands down the silver threaded into his blue-black doublet. He stood above her and smiled down into her face, something deliberately soft and gentle flung over the natural harshness of his countenance. “Come, my little black-haired wench."
maresgate

With a very horse-like bluster through her lips Pan Aeneas took the pick off the top of the post and slung it over between her fingers, very deftly, like a magician, so that the handle of it was toward me. With my brow against Bramimound’s chevron quarter-mark for balance I cupped her hoof in one hand and took the pick from Pan Aeneas in the other, hitching up at hoof and haft and kinking my knees to get all the parties of this little domestic game into their positions.
ampersand

Shh,” [Bruin] bade her, finger laid to his lips as she opened hers. His eyes stabbed into her own and he saw the momentary fear pass behind those green curtains. He put one hand under her bare elbow, fingers closing on the chilled skin, and put his other hand behind her ear: her eye followed it with veiled apprehension. When he took it back out, he held a silver coin between his first two fingers. He pressed the flesh-warm metal to the woman’s lips and smiled. “Go home,” he said, and made sure there was no brooking his tone. “It is going to rain.”
lamblight

"You have a little bit of fire, enough to make it worthwhile to punish you, but not enough to make yourself disagreeable."
maresgate

"You have your 'He is a blackguard, and I will enjoy grinding him between my teeth' look. Would you care to introduce me to the miscreant?"
cruxgang

"Take my hand, and do not touch me."
lamblight

"He's got guts," I remarked, "among other things. I like him."
ampersand

I smiled coaxingly. “My dear, I do not use the people I love.”
“No!” he replied with a sudden sharpness; “they are glad to spend and be spent for you! You have only to look at them and the elements of their souls are as molten in your hands.”
ampersand

"May his seed wither, and his woman grow ugly!"
cruxgang

The corner of [Bruin's] mouth crawled with an unpleasant smile. He dropped his gaze to the pencil and knife in his hands, and went about the work of sharpening it, his body thrown back against the glass casement of the secretary. It was too bold a card she played, but he would accept it and give his opponent something to work with. It was not unenjoyable, being game master. Without looking up, he asked,
“Have you ever contemplated murder?” 
lamblight

8 ripostes:

  1. "May his seed wither and his woman grow ugly." --Ha. What an insult. This was a merry meshing if all your stories. I enjoyed it! Bruin bears scrutiny. I know you like him. I expect I will.

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  2. Acidic of the highest level. XD

    Bruin's darker side came out this month! He has less of the jovial about him than Goddgofang, that is indisputable. I hope that you will like him also. Mm, write that letter to me, if you haven't already, and I'll send you back more of my thoughts on him. Can't speak here. Even some of the trees are on her side.

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  3. This is one of the best 'snippets' posts you have ever put forth.
    I'm in love with everyone.
    I am highly intrigued by this Bruin fellow. And I demand to know more about Cruxgang.

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  4. Princess Demandy-pants. XD

    I would tell you more if I could! But the further I get down the line of my series, without having got the first one published, the more spoilers I run the risk of spilling!

    In other news, so glad you loved them. I thought these might be right up your alley. ^.^

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  5. HURRRRG.
    ^ I hope that communicates my feelings toward you right now.

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  6. Rather like a cat trying to vomit a hairball. I get it. <3

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  7. Exactly <3 You paint a beautiful picture.

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  8. Though I be late to comment, I suppose it isn't too late to say I thoroughly liked this round of snippets. I like Bruin. Hmm, Avery (falling in from the previous chatterbox scene has caught my interest but I admit I am faintly guilty of suspecting him for more than he looks to be!) Ooh, I will have a traumatic time reading your novels one day. I think it would be deliciously so.

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