#1LineWed
From WIP
Topic: “Humble”
WIP
That scar is one of my ugliest . . .
I don’t remember much about the wounding, other than I was very young, and it was a dagger. When I cried out, mother held my chin in her hand, squeezing hard, and told me I would end up dead if I didn’t learn to hush.
#1linewed
Topic: “Young”
From: WIP
I saw it on her face in those last moments . . .
She was afraid.
Even though her own death was a sure thing, unalterable, she was afraid.
For who?
#1lineWed
Topic: “Fear”
From: WIP
First Line, Next Novel
I am really not happy that I can’t put my sword into my carry on.
#2019
I don’t remember much about the wounding . . .
. . . other than being very young. When mother finally peeled the bandage off, she turned my wrist this way and that, clucking her tongue.
“Now that’s a proper scar,” she’d said, as if the twisted, red knot of flesh were a prize. A badge of honor—even though I was too slow to avoid being wounded.
As if I could find some pride in being weak.
I open my eyes, giving up on sleep . . .
“Silent as the grave” doesn’t seem to apply to Brin. You’d think a ghost as old as him would be tired of his own voice by now.
#1linewed
Topic: “Noise”
From: WIP
“They want to learn his secret . . .”
“He had a secret?”
“He did.” Her eyes showed her sorrow. “And it is a very hard thing to know.”
#2bitTues
Topic: “Hidden”
