#SampleSunday Twofer

First, here’s a sample from The Fall of Onagros, Book 1 of Sage, which will be FREE July 16-17, 2013 for Kindle. This is pretty much what passes for “romance” in my writing.

Salali Meets Kinnan
The Fall of Onagros, Book 1 of Sage – excerpt
by Marian Allen

sage120x180jpgOne evening in the southern land of Sule, she walked into a brightly-painted canvas pavilion, greeted the lady who reclined in the place of Ownership, and unwrapped her wares. The lady and her maids, perhaps mistakenly supposing she didn’t understand their language, fingered the trinkets, exclaiming at the cleverness of their make and laughing at the cheapness of their makings. Meanwhile, she looked around at the other recipients of the lady’s desert hospitality.

Her heart lurched and thudded at the sight of one group, even before her ear separated the sense of their speech from the tangle of accents and tongues around her.

One man, a Sulian, was the focus of the others. He was tall, a little plump, rather pale, with yellow hair and beard, sparkling blue eyes, and a small pointed nose. He was leaning forward, elbows on knees, his regard fixed on a man with his back to her.

“Kinnan!” the plump man said, and laughed. His voice carried the name into her soul and fitted it into the void there.

“Farukh!” replied the man he had addressed. “Now, how do you like your name shouted aloud in the Tents of the Open Plain?”

“I like my name shouted anywhere, Master, except by the bailiffs. What storyteller doesn’t?”

“And what rebel does?”

The other men laughed.

Salali caught her breath as the storyteller saw her interest and pointed her out to the rebel, Kinnan. Her mouth went dry. Kinnan seemed to turn slowly, slender form pivoting on his cushion, gold-brown curls revealing a profile, then a face. Not a beautiful face, but a striking one, with clear gray eyes, a large nose, and a cynical quirk to his mouth.

Just before his gaze met Salali’s, the pavilion’s lady tapped her on the hand to bargain for a selection of ear-baubs and hair-bangles.

She did not dare look toward him again, but she was aware of him and of the storyteller, knew where they were without looking, and knew they had left the Tents when she woke the next morning.

~ * ~

Ain’t that sad?

Yesterday, I was at Jo Robinson’s blog with a different excerpt and a post about the divinity of birds.

[Update] What a maroon! I forgot my writing prompt! Here it is:

A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: A character falls in love at first sight with someone inappropriate. Sure, it’s been done before. Now do it YOUR way.

MA

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I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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One thought on “#SampleSunday Twofer

  1. Jen Christopherson
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    July 14, 2013 at 7:50pm

    I feel a bit lost with this one. I don’t understand the context. Why would it be sad? Why is she so aware of the two men and their whereabouts? Lovely writing and I would love to read more! Of course, though it will have to wait a little while…
    Thank you, Marian for your support! I have decided to do some rewrites of my published works and much, much more research for my WIP! I have said it here first, so you will know that I know about Warrior Crone!
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