Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday*. This week, I’m sharing more from the sequel to Cleaning House, Keeping House, which is truly still a WIP. I’m almost finished with the rough draft though. Actually, I’m 102K into the work, and I’m nearing the ending. That said, I stopped for a bit to work on a holiday novella set in the Appalachian Elementals world and it’s currently in rewrites before it ships off for edits. Look for it in November.
The focus in the prologue for Keeping House is the character Dane. She has a dark history, and I’m shoving you headfirst into it. The prologue is set in the year 1603.
Here’s how I picture Dane back then: sixteen-years-old, desperate, and angry.
Read part one of the prologue HERE.
Read part two of the prologue HERE.
Read part three of the prologue HERE.
Read part four of the prologue HERE.
Here’s my WIPpet math for 9/05/2018: I’m taking the 2 for the final two paragraphs from the prologue of Keeping House, book two in the Appalachian Elementals series.
This WIPpet picks up right where the last left off, but I’ve included the final line from last week (in yellow) to help you along. (Note: The first speaker here, the one in yellow, is Duff, king of the Hunter Fae.)
“Secure ‘er then come tae me chambers.”
“Aye, Great King.” Dane, Hunter strong and as tall as the men, carries the Tsalagi woman to her small room within the new-built log housing further up the mountainside, securing her to the wall with the same chain that’d once wrapped her own ankle. “Stay quiet. Ah will be back with food an’ water for ye.” Dane removes the net and looks at the woman who whimpers and stares back with tear-filled brown eyes. “Yer mine now. Ye understand? Ah keep ye shackled ‘cause Ah love ye.” The Tsalagi woman shivers, and Dane gives her the top blanket from the top of her bough-and-fern-heaped bed. “Shh.” She places her finger to her lips and backs from the small room, closing the door. What she wants, what she desires most now relies on her return, so she holds her head high and pivots toward Duff’s chamber, obedient but armed with a breathing reason to endure what has been thrust upon her.
To deal is to sacrifice. To deal well is to be Hunter. To deal at whatever cost, for what your heart most desires, is to love.
Yeah, Dane’s interpretation of love is messed up, but when that’s all you’ve known…
Next week I’ll be moving on that holiday novella I spoke about earlier, so stay tuned.
Read more from the Appalachian Elementals series
Oh, heck, let’s just make this a double shot. Here’s a tiny bit from my upcoming novella Mama, Me, & the Holiday Tree, which will be released in November by Mountain Gap Books in ebook format.
*WIPpet Wednesday is a blog hop hosted by Emily Wrayburn 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.
(Singular image of young woman comes from Unsplash)