The Now Familiar Feeling of Walking On Glass

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I will be moving tomorrow.  I've written a list of last-minute things which need doing, but even with that I feel a little dazed and detached from it all.  I think I am immune to caffeine now...  There are still some crucial aspects to our house which need finishing before we can procure a certificate of occupancy, and those things aren't scheduled to happen until next week, so for a few days Abigail will be returning the favour and bunking us.  Because of that, and because I am not sure of the internet status at our new home, I have decided to post a handful of snippets early.  It gives me something pleasant to do, and you something sensational to read.
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With the now familiar feeling of walking on glass, Raymond remarked passively, “I only saw him that one moment, but I thought you kept him well in hand.”
talldogs

I wonder that he chose to come out at all. Beside him, Raymond was dimly aware of the little iron gate swinging toward his arm and he put out his hand, mechanically, to stay it. He is not wanted and would not be missed. He is not Talldogs. He need not have come.
talldogs

Avery said softly, “Don’t lie. Everyone knows girls are dying to talk punt-horses. I have a very good story about one particular river-pony and a slight misunderstanding with a Nonpareil. The pony was just a common farm teaser, you see.”
talldogs

Jasper de Lacey was in the armchair, sitting it as if it were a throne, and he was watching me steadfastly as I watched him—for the instant I entered the room I took in all its large particulars as one takes them in a dream: my gaze did not leave my employer from the outset.
dondonné

I chuffed, amused. "My dear Raymond, you know I do not remember monetary transactions."
ampersand

"Well, not quite all," the sleepy Devil purred. "I am at the top: I have no one to envy. The other points—you could make a case for them."
"An imperfect devil, then," she sneered.
He looked away, his mouth twitching. "I know. A craftsman's integrity is a thing of the past."
cruxgang

Her hand flashed out, one finger yelling with the light of a golden ring. “No, let you be quiet,” she snapped impatiently, and turned at once upon the surgeon again. “Let me be level with you,” she said in the tone of one shoving her heel across a slug. “Do you or do you not wish to keep your precious Commander inside his precious skin?”
drakeshelm

"It was not her womb which bore me, nor her breast which nursed me, but she has been ever a mother to me. And I love her," he turned from the casing, eyes smouldering and defiant in his face, "as ever Goddgofang or Badger or Bruin have loved her."
cruxgang

She dropped her hands soundlessly onto the arms of the chair and pushed herself upright, coming to her feet. She was not tall, but she looked down on him with a crushing height, almost as if she enjoyed herself. “On a scale of one to ten,” she murmured honeyily, “how much more will you hate me for this?”
drakeshelm

Let it be quick. Merciful God, let it be quick.
drakeshelm

2 ripostes:

  1. I like the first quote. That expresses a difficult communication situation really well, and I'm interested to see what Raymond's like. I have a picture of him, but I'll have to see how it compares to the real thing!

    And the last one is deliciously suspenseful....


    God bless as you work on the moving process. :)

    ~Schuyler

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  2. I'm glad you liked them! Writing has been slow, due to the kick-up in my life right now, but my brain is always churning up stardust. Have you ever seen volcanic lightning? That. That is what it is like in my brain.

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