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I'm merrily slushing again now that i have a working computer to do it with.
Rumor has it that James Enge is closing in on the end of sequel to Blood of Ambrose. Dave Freer has said that he has finished the construction of Dragons Ring and will be turning it in soon.
He also at my piteous begging for something I could pass off as content passed me this section cut from the WIP:
Here is a bit I have cut and replaced from:
Original
Meb's morning began with a thunderous knocking. She had barely sat up in bed when the scowling innkeeper burst in... with the daughter who had waited on them and run Meb's bath. He appeared to holding her by the ear. She was in tears.
Meb hadn't actually had enough experience of waking up in inns to be absolutely sure that this wasn't the normal way you were roused, if Finn hadn't woken you and had you slip out in the darness. But it did seem odd.
Díleas -- whose experience of beds, let alone inns, had to be less than hers, let her know he thought so too. He growled, sounding, for a half-grown pup, quite alarming.
It wasn't enough to make an impression on the Innkeeper. "Boy, where is your master?" he demanded.
She blinked. "In his bed, I should think."
"Ha! It's not been slept in!" said the Innkeeper damningly.
Meb gaped at him, and piled out of bed herself, pushed past him and ran to see, Díleas at her heels, bouncing in delight.
The bed had plainly not even been sat on. And the window was open. It was bitterly cold in there. The larger bag he carried was still there, leaning against the wall. Looking at it Meb found the only relief to scavenged from the neatly made and turned down bed.
"Where is he?" she demanded fiercely of the Innkeeper. "What have you done with my master? Tell me!"
"Me?" The innkeeper was plainly rocked in his tracks by the savagery of her demand. "I've done nothing with him. It's what you've done my innocent young daughter, you serpent!"
"Your daughter! I've done nothing to your daughter." Behind her father's back the pretty apple-cheeked young woman looked at her imploringly.
"Oh yes you have, you vile deciever. She's admitted the whole of it to me. Her mother and I found her bed with a bolster in it and we were waiting for her when she came sneaking in. She tried to put the blame on your master first to protect you! That's when we discovered he was missing and the whole truth came out. You seduced her with lies and promises when she took you up to your bath."
"What!?"
"This wicked girl admits she spent the night with you, and that you satisfied your carnal lusts on her, having beguiled her with your promises," said the Innkeeper triumphantly. "You'll have to marry her and make an honest women of her now. You offered her that! I'll see you make it good, you young limb."
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Meb's morning began with a thunderous knocking. She had barely sat up in bed when the scowling innkeeper burst in... with the daughter who had waited on them and run Meb's bath. He appeared to holding her by the ear. She was in tears.
Meb hadn't actually had enough experience of waking up in inns to be absolutely sure that this wasn't the normal way you were roused, if Finn hadn't woken you and had you slip out in the darness. But it did seem odd.
Díleas -- whose experience of beds, let alone inns, had to be less than hers, let her know he thought so too. He growled, sounding, for a half-grown pup, quite alarming.
It wasn't enough to make an impression on the Innkeeper. "Boy, where is your master?" he demanded.
She blinked. "In his bed, I should think."
"Ha! It's not been slept in!" said the Innkeeper damningly.
Meb gaped at him, and piled out of bed herself, pushed past him and ran to see, Díleas at her heels, bouncing in delight.
The bed had plainly not even been sat on. And the window was open. It was bitterly cold in there. The larger of the bags he carried was still there, leaning against the wall. Looking at it Meb found the only relief to be scavenged from the room with its neatly made and turned down bed.
"Where is he?" she demanded fiercely of the Innkeeper. "What have you done with my master? Tell me!"
"Me?" The innkeeper was plainly rocked in his tracks by the savagery of her demand. "I've not seen him since last night. It's what you've done my innocent young daughter, you serpent!"
"Your daughter! But... I've done nothing to your daughter." Behind her father's back the pretty apple-cheeked young woman looked at her imploringly.
The innkeeper sneered at her scornfully. "Oh yes you have, you vile deciever. She's admitted the whole of it to me. Her mother and I found her bed with a bolster in it and we were waiting for her when she came sneaking in, just before dawn. She tried to put the blame on your master first to protect you! That's when we discovered he was missing and the whole wicked truth came out. You seduced her with lies and promises when she took you up to your bath."
"What!?" Meb could scarely believe that this was not just another strange dragon-dream.
"This wicked girl admits she spent the night with you, and that you satisfied your carnal lusts on her, having beguiled her with your promises," said the Innkeeper triumphantly. "You'll have to marry her and make an honest women of her now. You offered her that! I'll see you make it good, you young limb."
Rumor has it that James Enge is closing in on the end of sequel to Blood of Ambrose. Dave Freer has said that he has finished the construction of Dragons Ring and will be turning it in soon.
He also at my piteous begging for something I could pass off as content passed me this section cut from the WIP:
Here is a bit I have cut and replaced from:
Original
Meb's morning began with a thunderous knocking. She had barely sat up in bed when the scowling innkeeper burst in... with the daughter who had waited on them and run Meb's bath. He appeared to holding her by the ear. She was in tears.
Meb hadn't actually had enough experience of waking up in inns to be absolutely sure that this wasn't the normal way you were roused, if Finn hadn't woken you and had you slip out in the darness. But it did seem odd.
Díleas -- whose experience of beds, let alone inns, had to be less than hers, let her know he thought so too. He growled, sounding, for a half-grown pup, quite alarming.
It wasn't enough to make an impression on the Innkeeper. "Boy, where is your master?" he demanded.
She blinked. "In his bed, I should think."
"Ha! It's not been slept in!" said the Innkeeper damningly.
Meb gaped at him, and piled out of bed herself, pushed past him and ran to see, Díleas at her heels, bouncing in delight.
The bed had plainly not even been sat on. And the window was open. It was bitterly cold in there. The larger bag he carried was still there, leaning against the wall. Looking at it Meb found the only relief to scavenged from the neatly made and turned down bed.
"Where is he?" she demanded fiercely of the Innkeeper. "What have you done with my master? Tell me!"
"Me?" The innkeeper was plainly rocked in his tracks by the savagery of her demand. "I've done nothing with him. It's what you've done my innocent young daughter, you serpent!"
"Your daughter! I've done nothing to your daughter." Behind her father's back the pretty apple-cheeked young woman looked at her imploringly.
"Oh yes you have, you vile deciever. She's admitted the whole of it to me. Her mother and I found her bed with a bolster in it and we were waiting for her when she came sneaking in. She tried to put the blame on your master first to protect you! That's when we discovered he was missing and the whole truth came out. You seduced her with lies and promises when she took you up to your bath."
"What!?"
"This wicked girl admits she spent the night with you, and that you satisfied your carnal lusts on her, having beguiled her with your promises," said the Innkeeper triumphantly. "You'll have to marry her and make an honest women of her now. You offered her that! I'll see you make it good, you young limb."
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Meb's morning began with a thunderous knocking. She had barely sat up in bed when the scowling innkeeper burst in... with the daughter who had waited on them and run Meb's bath. He appeared to holding her by the ear. She was in tears.
Meb hadn't actually had enough experience of waking up in inns to be absolutely sure that this wasn't the normal way you were roused, if Finn hadn't woken you and had you slip out in the darness. But it did seem odd.
Díleas -- whose experience of beds, let alone inns, had to be less than hers, let her know he thought so too. He growled, sounding, for a half-grown pup, quite alarming.
It wasn't enough to make an impression on the Innkeeper. "Boy, where is your master?" he demanded.
She blinked. "In his bed, I should think."
"Ha! It's not been slept in!" said the Innkeeper damningly.
Meb gaped at him, and piled out of bed herself, pushed past him and ran to see, Díleas at her heels, bouncing in delight.
The bed had plainly not even been sat on. And the window was open. It was bitterly cold in there. The larger of the bags he carried was still there, leaning against the wall. Looking at it Meb found the only relief to be scavenged from the room with its neatly made and turned down bed.
"Where is he?" she demanded fiercely of the Innkeeper. "What have you done with my master? Tell me!"
"Me?" The innkeeper was plainly rocked in his tracks by the savagery of her demand. "I've not seen him since last night. It's what you've done my innocent young daughter, you serpent!"
"Your daughter! But... I've done nothing to your daughter." Behind her father's back the pretty apple-cheeked young woman looked at her imploringly.
The innkeeper sneered at her scornfully. "Oh yes you have, you vile deciever. She's admitted the whole of it to me. Her mother and I found her bed with a bolster in it and we were waiting for her when she came sneaking in, just before dawn. She tried to put the blame on your master first to protect you! That's when we discovered he was missing and the whole wicked truth came out. You seduced her with lies and promises when she took you up to your bath."
"What!?" Meb could scarely believe that this was not just another strange dragon-dream.
"This wicked girl admits she spent the night with you, and that you satisfied your carnal lusts on her, having beguiled her with your promises," said the Innkeeper triumphantly. "You'll have to marry her and make an honest women of her now. You offered her that! I'll see you make it good, you young limb."
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