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pameladeanI have only two works-in-progress, and am lucky to be so rich, so I'll do the mutated version of the meme where one posts a little excerpt.
Updated to add: to everybody who is salivating or dancing or both, I am very much gratified but also feel quite guilty for being so mean to you. Will Shetterly is putting his work-in-progress up on his weblog as he writes it, but I don't feel that I can do that. I can only say, I'll write as fast as I can, and indeed all of this lovely commotion should make that easier. Thank you.
This is from Going North.
Meredith turned on Ruth an intense but not very decipherable look. "See to it," she said, "that he speaks so still when you are married." She made the word "married" sound rather like "dead" or "maimed" or perhaps just "stupid."
Ruth stared at her, fascinated. The remark itself was far from crazy, in this country or any other. "Lady, I will," she answered, and almost crossed her eyes trying to see both Meredith's and Randolph's reactions at once. As far as she could tell, Randolph looked calm and Meredith unyielding, which did not tell her much. Just the same, she thought, that's an oath and I shall keep it.
And this, from This Green Plot.
Kisandrion went on with her current task, which involved replacing the leather bindings of eleven collected volumes of the Sayings of the Red Faith. An equal number of volumes had been set carefully aside to go on moldering. Kisandrion amused herself with the thought that she might take them home and stealthily repair them. Unfortunately, she could not be sure that Mundri did not linger after the library shut and caress the worn and rotting leather instead of going home and saying her prayers like an ordinary person.
Pamela
Updated to add: to everybody who is salivating or dancing or both, I am very much gratified but also feel quite guilty for being so mean to you. Will Shetterly is putting his work-in-progress up on his weblog as he writes it, but I don't feel that I can do that. I can only say, I'll write as fast as I can, and indeed all of this lovely commotion should make that easier. Thank you.
This is from Going North.
Meredith turned on Ruth an intense but not very decipherable look. "See to it," she said, "that he speaks so still when you are married." She made the word "married" sound rather like "dead" or "maimed" or perhaps just "stupid."
Ruth stared at her, fascinated. The remark itself was far from crazy, in this country or any other. "Lady, I will," she answered, and almost crossed her eyes trying to see both Meredith's and Randolph's reactions at once. As far as she could tell, Randolph looked calm and Meredith unyielding, which did not tell her much. Just the same, she thought, that's an oath and I shall keep it.
And this, from This Green Plot.
Kisandrion went on with her current task, which involved replacing the leather bindings of eleven collected volumes of the Sayings of the Red Faith. An equal number of volumes had been set carefully aside to go on moldering. Kisandrion amused herself with the thought that she might take them home and stealthily repair them. Unfortunately, she could not be sure that Mundri did not linger after the library shut and caress the worn and rotting leather instead of going home and saying her prayers like an ordinary person.
Pamela
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Date: 2004-11-06 12:08 pm (UTC)