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So, everyone and their sister seems to have been tagged with this today, and I am no different! [livejournal.com profile] franztastisch tagged me and I would never want to disappoint [livejournal.com profile] franztastisch, who is awesome.

The tag-game is to share 7 lines from the 7th page of a WIP.

The only fanfic WIP I have at the moment is Part 3 of Purgatory, Prophets and Potions - so, consider this your un-betaed sneak peak at what is to come:

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Silence fell. Tense and frightening. Teddy couldn’t stop staring at Dean’s bloody knuckles. It was only when Nate spoke that Teddy looked away.

“Where are we going?”Nate asked, his voice somehow both soft and gentle, yet extremely loud in the silence of the car.

Sam turned to look at them, as though he had forgotten they were there. “Uh, your hotel – unless... I mean, we can drop you anywhere you like.”

“The hotel is fine,” Teddy found himself saying. Nate had wanted to go to that club, but Teddy couldn’t handle the thought of being in public now.
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Just to make things interesting though... the other WIP's I have are original fiction novels.

The first is a high-fantasy novel about an assassin who needs a new job. The only thing you have to know about this, really, is that it features a race of people who are without gender, which means that I can't use gendered pronouns for them (I do sometimes, but for character/plot reasons that are too complicated to explain here). So, for now, I'm using Spivak pronouns (the most audibly pleasing official gender-neutral pronouns IMO) which were developed in the 1970s but never caught on:

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“Hm,” Snick hummed, eir gaze still fixed on the white tents. “Tomorrow night, hide amongst the hedges outside his gate. Get there early and only if the wind is westerly. You’ll have twenty seconds, before the cab will be able to see you. Do not move until he latches the gate. He has dogs.”

“Thanks. Brilliant. You’re amazing,” Dove praised. “I owe you one.”

Snick waved eir hand, as though to knock the debt out of the air between them. “It’s my job.”

“You haven’t been my scout in a long time, Snick,” Dove shook his head.

Snick didn’t reply, eir gaze remained on activity across the square.

“Well, I’ll be off then, I’ve got a poisoning at dawn,” Dove said.

“Hm, good,” Snick muttered, and then, for really the first time since Dove arrived, ey seemed to give Dove eir full attention.

“Dove, make it look human.”
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The second original fic WIP will be recognizable to some from The Novel Project that I tried to undertake some years ago. I got the first draft done back then, but sadly the story just didn't work as well as I'd hope and I shelved the thing. Recently, I brought it out again and with the help of a friend started reworking the plot:

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“Thanks, boys,” the police officer said. “Here, let me give you my card,” She pulled down the visor and removed a business card from the pocket. “You can call me directly. I’m head of the missing persons in this town.”

“Now that’s a job,” Vincent laughed. He put his phone down on the roof of the car, as he slide off the hood completely and went over to take the card from her fingers. Seth slid off the hood then too. They really did have to get back to town. Seth had work the next day.

“It is,” the police officer said. “Now, am I going to have to stay to make sure you keep your word, or can I trust you to go on home now?”

“You can trust us,” Vincent said, then glanced down at her card. “Have a good evening Officer Portland.”

“You too,” Officer Portland smiled, and then rolled up her window and reversed back out onto the road, continuing her patrol.

“Well, that killed the mood,” Vincent sighed.
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Hope you enjoyed! :)
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