“Vous Êtes St. Jermaine?”

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After a convoluted discussion on flour, sugar, baking powder, and explosions, I am pleased to return us to the monthly topic of snippets.  It's either that, or discussing the fact that I have two more months left of carrying my baby, who has now moved into the stages of robbing me of breath and gifting me with crushing nausea.  Snippets seem more palatable to the crowd.

snippets du jour

I don’t suppose dead people say much,” [he] remarked. “And if you did, he would come back to haunt you while you went to the bathroom in the dark of night, and blow out your candle and shove you down the plumbing, and when we fish you back up, we will find you won’t have died of drowning, you’ll have cobbler nails in your throat!”
ampersand

A brief shadow passed across the man’s face, but he gestured fluidly with the glass, saying, “Vous êtes St. Jermaine?”
talldogs

Raymond was distantly aware of setting the silver down. It went down very softly, casting no shadow. His fingers were cold. His lungs hurt. He was conscious of a weight on his left side, dragging at his belt… 
talldogs

She left the concept hanging open—it nagged at Raymond’s nerves, like a gate left unlatched.
talldogs

For a dangerous moment, as [her] words had hung in that terrible silence, he had been blinded by the desire to strike out, to crack the flat of his palm across her face and see her wretched impudence send her sprawling.
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She was picking up her bird-skirts, whisking down the steps to join him. He stood his ground as she approached and hated more things in that moment than he thought it possible for a man to hold.
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They swung up and turned down the dark-red road with the evening sky smoked and blackened above them, a heavy imperial ribbon coiling among the treetops back into the town. The fireflies were their only light until they reached the first of the town houses where a lantern was set over the stoop, feathered in smoke and steady in the airlessness of the summer night.
talldogs

For a moment no one moved. Even the horses, bellies half-content with grass, and sleepy with the warm night, stood patiently in the roadway and made no noise. Bell-the-cat stood on the broken stone threshold with his heels dug in and his hands plunged into the pockets of his rough hemp garment, incongruous samite cuffs bunched about his elbows. The lantern moths fluttered round his head, but he did not notice them: for a moment, to Raymond, he seemed intangible, and not to belong to the world at all. 
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When he did speak, Avery said, “I think that man has prevented murder tonight.”
The horses’ hooves thumped in rhythm through the dark. Raymond posted in silence for several strides, then murmured, “Yes. And I think he knows it.”
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I tried to be peaceable, which was the only recourse one had when going up against her irrational fury.
ampersand

"Hast found thy phantom well in the wood, I see." 
ampersand

2 ripostes:

  1. After the "longer" absences of snippets, your writing captures me in a shockingly wonderful new way when I read from it again in your snippets, Jenny. They're lovely, and really rich, these ones - full of ribboned emotion and electric detail. The first snippet with Ampersand made me laugh - what a eerie thought to be haunted and spoken to by the dead in the dark of night in the bathroom: yikes!

    Okay, so Raymond is obviously really, really upset here with a certain "she". I am so curious to know who it is, and what the power she must have on him, somehow. It is all very mysterious and interesting! I look forward to reading "Talldogs" by and by too - it looks like really rich stuff. I can hardly wait the wait for Plenilune cover-reveal. . . so excited it is almost finally come!

    My two favourite snippets are probably,

    I tried to be peaceable, which was the only recourse one had when going up against her irrational fury.
    - ampersand
    yes, yes! I know how that works in our family, when one of us is in an irrational fury, and everyone else tries to speak "peaceably"; funny thing, for two members of our family, it actually aggravates them more when we are not as patiently angry ^_^.

    "Hast found thy phantom well in the wood, I see."
    - ampersand
    I just love this and wonder why I seem to think of Polly and Digory in The Magician's Nephew
    But all of them are really wonderful! Oh, and I wish you all the best with your pregnancy, Jenny. . . don't over-stress with things, especially if we readers are a bit of a nuisance ^_^. Blessings!

    P.S. the fox picture; HE IS SO CUTE! May I keep him please?

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  2. Yus, yus, yus. All of these are good. I feel a panther-purr with that one about her impudence sending her sprawling because I have a mind I know of whom he speaks. Also,
    "Archie, there's going to be a murder."
    "A murrrrrrderrrrr?"

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