Once again, the WIPpet birds fly down to prise some words from my novel. The rules are simple; post an excerpt from a WIP which correlates somehow to the date. You can find links to the other participants of WIPpet Wednesday here.
Today is the 10th so I owe you ten somesomthings. I could be really cruel, call ‘WIPpet math’ and give you five words based on the premise that 5 is half of ten. But that’s dodgy math to say the least. So here is ten(ish) sentences. After the whipping promised last week, Tasyn is abandoned in the desert, at the mercy of the nomadic tribes who roam the sands. Captured by a group of them, he is surprised to find himself sitting with the chief while his arrow wound (sustained the day before in an attack by the nomads on the main body of the army) is attended to.
‘Ah, yes, the arrow,’ Tekmal remarked casually, ‘an unfortunate accident on our behalf.’
‘I heard a rumour you never missed.’ Tasyn grumbled.
Tekmal’s eyes narrowed slightly, ‘We don’t.’
Tasyn took a moment to process this information.
‘It was to get your attention.’ Aline’s tired voice muttered reproachfully in his ear as she sent Tekmal a venomous glance. Tekmal had the wit to look ashamed.
‘Certainly did that.’ Tasyn replied.
Tekmal ignore him and continued, ‘You see, we have been watching you for some time now.’ he held up a hand to silence Tasyn. ‘And I have reason to believe that you and I share a common goal.’