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And lo, Day Fourteen was Extract Day – and the people rejoiced

November 14, 2010

It’s been seven whole days?
Cripes, I suck.
My excuses, whilst varied, are probably not too good – but chief among them is that I’ve been busy taking down the government (check out Willow’s brilliant blog account, she puts it far better than I ever could. There are photos! Yay!).
So I thought I’d just bombard you with more extracts than usual. I swear it’s not some clever scheme to be lazy. Because, psh, me? Lazy? Get out.

Extract One
Heiko Admont, Lord of Austria, ice mage and pride of her clan, was stuck (she should have been Lady of Austria, but no one was going to argue with such a headstrong girl, and she’d inherited the title from her father, fair and square). The dungeon was suitably dungeon-like, and the cell was certainly what one might call ‘inescapable’.

Extract Two
She didn’t like to do things this way – and she could only do it once. It was draining, it was difficult – and it was definitely dangerous.

Ute gripped the demon by the back of the neck and skull, her mouth close to its fuzzy misshapen ear, and squeezed. The demon whined, and stood stationary, whilst Heiko worked on taking out the other demons in the next room.

Ute fluttered her eyelids shut momentarily, feeling exposed as she did so, and quickly found the demon’s mind – pulsing, fat, vulnerable. Mentally, she squeezed that too.

“Die,” she whispered. The demon collapsed at her feet.

Sometimes, just sometimes – Ute was sure she knew what it felt like to be God.

Extract Three
Heiko’s bolts were singing off the walls – whizzing around the room. The numbers were too great now; her remaining option was to fire as much as she could, and hope it would hit something. It was not exactly her favourite method – and it probably didn’t come under Ute’s heading of ‘a conservative escape’. But conservative was another word for boring when you were Heiko Admont.

Extract Four
Ute frowned. “No, but…I should be able to find what is wrong – it’s a cranium injury and a power drain. Those are two areas I…” she trailed off, struggling to find the English word. “Two areas I specialise in. Or, at least I thought I did.” The girl looked down mournfully at Adrian’s peaceful face.

“You mustn’t blame yourself, Ute,” Nick said hoarsely from across the room. She couldn’t tell if he was trying to be apologetic, or if there was something else behind his tone of voice. Ute cursed that she still didn’t know of the intricacies of English to fully appreciate inflection, and envied Nick’s ability to pick the language up to quick, to take to it like a duck to water. He even made his accent work, where Ute’s stumbled over words longer than two syllables.

Ute wondered if Nick was the one doing the blaming of himself. Involuntarily, her glance flickered to his stomach, where she knew the raw pink scar dragged across his indented skin just under the shirt. Nick noticed, and caught her eye, and she flushed. If Heiko saw, she chose not to say anything.

Extract Five
“Nikolaus. I’ve told you. We’re currently tracking Annette with our best hunters. We’re trained for this kind of thing. I’ll let you know when there are further developments,” Isaac sighed, sat at his desk. He found it difficult to meet Nick’s stubborn eyes. “In the meantime, you have to stop bounding up here every five minutes to check on me – I can guarantee it won’t move things along any faster…”

“Let me be on the team.”

Isaac slowly drew a cigar from his case, and lit it – keeping his gaze trained on Nick now. “Nikolaus,” he said again, kindly. “I understand you have a great deal personally involved in this, but-”

“Do not patronise me, Isaac.” He had a strong voice, it didn’t quiver once. He held Isaac’s gaze like an adult, like his father would have. If there was one thing Nick had, it was determination, Isaac admitted to himself reluctantly. This was going to be tricky.

“Nikolaus…”

“And stop ‘Nikolaus’-ing me.”

Some people might have thought Nick was especially brave or especially stupid, to be talking to England’s lord with such disrespect; but Isaac knew it wasn’t either. It was because he knew he could get away with it, because of that terrible and beautiful connection between them that Isaac hated but mostly loved. And then hated himself for loving it. He wasn’t sure how Nick felt about it, but he doubted it was favourable. Maybe it was best kept a secret from him. This needed a different tactic.

I can totally catch up by the end of the weekend. And do uni work. Hell yeah.
D=

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3 Comments leave one →
  1. November 14, 2010 5:40 pm

    omgomgomgomg Isaac’s thoughts were gorgeous to read. Well, so were Ute’s but shuddup. That whole thing about inflection, gah so true! It drives me crazy trying to work out foreign inflection sometimes lol

    I’m so invested in Isaac/Nick. You tell me about them all the time. I feel slightly satisfied to read Isaac think such things.

    • November 15, 2010 1:40 pm

      Aha, but Isaac/Nick is a guardianship complex gone horribly wrong
      (I want to write that sex scene now. I am a terrible person).

      • November 16, 2010 10:14 pm

        That doesn’t make it any less lovely, actually, but maybe that’s just me.
        (You’re really not.)

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