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elingregory) wrote2012-04-05 05:53 pm
elingregory) wrote2012-04-05 05:53 pm
Biiiiig smile :D
I finished On A Lee Shore this morning. Just over 105K words and now I need to edit the crap out of it, but it's DONE!!
Shall I post a snippet?
Outside the captain’s cabin O’Neill placed Kit and Wigram on either side of the door and told them to stand still and shut up.
“One word out of either of you,” he growled, “and I’ll shoot you myself.”
Denny had fallen silent apart from the occasional sniff but stepped into the cabin eagerly enough as soon as the door was opened. O’Neill went in with him and shut the door.
“He’ll gut you,” Wigram whispered his voice masked by the rise and fall of Denny’s complaints. “Nobody hits Denny and gets away with it.”
“And what about someone who uses him as a cat’s paw?” Kit said. “What then? If I’d hit him squarely I might have broken his jaw, or his neck, but either way it would have been down to you.”
“Me? What did I have to do with it?” Wigram said. “Denny makes stuff up all the time, poor addled fool that he is. I heard him cry out and was coming to help him when you attacked me.”
A footfall the other side of the door shut Wigram’s mouth and they watched as the door opened and O’Neill drew Denny out. The little man had a dripping cloth over his nose and seemed much more cheerful. As he ambled off towards the stairs O’Neill jerked his head towards the door.
“Wigram,” he said and raised his eyebrows as Wigram gave them both a cocky smirk. He stepped into the cabin, O Neill holding the door open. Kit scowled as he heard the beginning of his tale but Wigram’s voice cut off and he flew back through the doorframe and crashed down onto his back on the floor.
Kit stared as Wigram’s eyes rolled up and he went limp. “Dear god, is he dead?” he asked.
“Do you care?” O’Neill asked then gave him a push. “Go on,” he said, “it’s your turn.”
Shall I post a snippet?
Outside the captain’s cabin O’Neill placed Kit and Wigram on either side of the door and told them to stand still and shut up.
“One word out of either of you,” he growled, “and I’ll shoot you myself.”
Denny had fallen silent apart from the occasional sniff but stepped into the cabin eagerly enough as soon as the door was opened. O’Neill went in with him and shut the door.
“He’ll gut you,” Wigram whispered his voice masked by the rise and fall of Denny’s complaints. “Nobody hits Denny and gets away with it.”
“And what about someone who uses him as a cat’s paw?” Kit said. “What then? If I’d hit him squarely I might have broken his jaw, or his neck, but either way it would have been down to you.”
“Me? What did I have to do with it?” Wigram said. “Denny makes stuff up all the time, poor addled fool that he is. I heard him cry out and was coming to help him when you attacked me.”
A footfall the other side of the door shut Wigram’s mouth and they watched as the door opened and O’Neill drew Denny out. The little man had a dripping cloth over his nose and seemed much more cheerful. As he ambled off towards the stairs O’Neill jerked his head towards the door.
“Wigram,” he said and raised his eyebrows as Wigram gave them both a cocky smirk. He stepped into the cabin, O Neill holding the door open. Kit scowled as he heard the beginning of his tale but Wigram’s voice cut off and he flew back through the doorframe and crashed down onto his back on the floor.
Kit stared as Wigram’s eyes rolled up and he went limp. “Dear god, is he dead?” he asked.
“Do you care?” O’Neill asked then gave him a push. “Go on,” he said, “it’s your turn.”
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:) thanks. I'm going to let it 'prove' for a while before I sand off the round edges and screw all the bits together.
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great names, esp Wigram!
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