WIPpet Wednesday is defined as follows: WIPpet Wednesday is a blog hop wherein writers share excerpts of their latest WIP. All genres and levels of accomplishment are welcome. The only stipulation is that the excerpt must coincide with the date in some manner. For example, on 10/8/14 you might share 10 lines from page 8, 8 paragraphs from chapter 14, or perhaps 18 sentences by doing WIPpet Math and adding the day to the month. We’re flexible like that. WIPpet Wednesday
How can I possibly resist such temptation?
Therefore, every Wednesday until further notice, I’ll be posting a snippet from one of my WIPs that is somehow tied to the date.
Today is 5/31/17, so I’m sharing lines 5 – 31 of the first chapter of Surrogate: Hunted, book two of the Surrogate Series, due out in 2018.
Enjoy, and feedback, as always, is welcomed.
“It’s not me!” Twelve-year-old Diani, with his dark mass of unruly curls, turned his head as the screen cut out again. Diani Fash liked practical jokes and mischief making. Nothing deliberately harmful but enough to keep him in trouble with his parents. “Everything on the ship’s acting wonky.” His image returned.
“Put your pala on.” Etain watched as Diani turned his hand-held to where Leigheas, her Takla husband-autalaci of thirteen years, stood talking to his students.
“Hey, Pala! Mom wants you!”
“What? Oh.” Leigheas pulled his hand-held from his pocket, and the one view block on the vid above Etain’s desk split into two. “Hello, my love.” He squinted at the screen.
He missed his last vision adjustment. I’ll have to make him an appointment. “Our son is being himself.”
“Diani?” Leigheas looked to where the boy sat. Black hair, blue-black skin, dark eyes, and a lean build. Diani was a Gno’ worker by genetics but freeborn so he’d never know the subjugation his mother and biological father had faced. “What’s he done now?”
“He keeps clicking out of our conversation. Please remind him that—” Leigheas’ screen cut out at the same time as their son’s. So, it’s not Diani being himself this time. Etain sighed and waited until Diani’s image reappeared.
“See, Mom? It’s not me!”
“Etain?” Leigheas returned as well.
“Why is the feed cutting out?”
“We’re on auxiliary power. They’re trying to reset the engines.”
“What is the problem?” Etain could hear the rumbles, see the lurches. Analeigh’s icon appeared on Etain’s hand-held. She tapped the vid, and the ten-year-old and her wild, red-brown, springy overmane filled a third block. Analeigh and her younger siblings were all Human-Alyward mixes— hybrid alien children according the less tolerant Takla court members. They’re all beautiful cubs. Analeigh’s eyes were a rich brown, her skin taupe with a slight blue undertone, and she was broader built than an Alyward child. “Yes, cub girl?”