Enjoy these bits from my current WIP SlavicNovel while I'm off writing it's conclusion. :-)
#1: A SNIPPET FROM PAGE 16 - Have you bloglings met my mermaids yet? I don't think so. Here's Rusalka doing what she does best, and poor little Stefan not knowing what hit him.
She folded her arms on the riverbank and gazed lazily at him, her hair lying in a silver wave over her pale skin and bare breasts.
“Hullo,” Stefan said quietly, blushing. “I - I didn’t mean to interrupt. I can leave - if you like.” He turned away, running his hands through his hair.
“Oh, don’t leave,” she said. He turned back, eyes widening at the sound of her voice.
“Come closer, princeling,” the mermaid whispered. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
Stefan blinked and grinned. “Oh. Really?”
She nodded, eyelashes fluttering slowly.. “Ages. Come closer. I’ve got something to show you.”
He glanced for a moment up the tree where Tania had disappeared, then back at the mermaid.
“No, don’t worry about her,” she murmured, pulling herself up a bit onto the riverbank. “Come over here to me.”
Stefan couldn’t remember walking over to the bank and kneeling down in the mud. Somehow, he found himself leaning over the water, gazing into the diamond eyes that beckoned him further into their depths.
“Hello, princeling,” the mermaid whispered, her voice cascading into his soul. With a long pale finger, she tucked a strand of his hair behind his blushing ear.
He hesitantly leaned in for a kiss.
#2: A SNIPPET OF 16 WORDS OR FEWER - I can't resist some good Baba Yaga. Especially if it's EXACTLY 16 words.
"Who's he anyway? He looks suspiciously cheerful for being covered in mud. I don’t trust him.”
#3: A SNIPPET ABOUT SOMETHING NEW - Martin is new according to the original plot. He wasn't supposed to be in the story and then he was! And he's making Damla discuss the philosophies of war and possibly fall in love with him when she's supposed to be staunchly single. Why don't my characters just follow the instructions of my sticky-note plotting?
He raised up his hands in submission. “I’m not going to argue with you, little patriot,” he said quietly. “I didn’t come to talk battles. In fact, I came to enjoy the view during the small time I have to not talk about fighting.”
Damla immediately felt chastened. “Sorry,” she muttered. “I should have known better.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he said, turning to her with a smile. “Both sides have been wronged, and only God knows who’s in the right. The name’s Martin, by the way.” He stuck out a hand, and she took it, cautiously.
“Damla,” she said, as he raised it up slightly, then let it go.
“May I say that I hope your stay in my country is memorable in the best of ways?” he said, with a smile.
“Thank you,” she said, and though she didn’t mean to, she somehow found herself slightly smiling back. Martin turned on his heel and wandered off, and Damla was left alone to watch as the sail ship slid into the rivers of the delta, toward the fortress-island of Nul.
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