Hey, guys! Welcome to another edition of WIPpet Wednesday and, sadly, my last for the year.
If you’ve not come across WIPpet Wednesday before, its a bloghop hosted by the very talented Emily Witt where writers share excerpts of their latest WIP. All genres and levels of accomplishment are welcome. The only stipulation is that the excerpt must coincide with the date in some manner. For example, on 10/8/14 you might share 10 lines from page 8, 8 paragraphs from chapter 14, or perhaps 18 sentences by doing WIPpet Math and adding the day to the month. We’re flexible like that.
Today’s offering comes a little later in the same plot line as last week’s. (If you’d like to read that one, click here). (12 x 21) + 16 (for the year) + 2 (for luck) = 270 words, and the first glimpse the reader gets of one of the main characters, Kalegos.
In a bright, airy villa high on the cliffs above the ceaseless Palevon sea, Kalegos sat cross legged in his room, two books floating open in front of him. A sea breeze whipped at the sheer curtains, sending rippling waves of shadow along the mosaiced floor. The caw of gulls carried on the breeze and for a moment, Kalegos heard the sounds of fishermen casting off and womenfolk calling to eachother, as if the wind was blowing straight from the small port of Milas further up the coast. Odd, he thought, pausing his reading to glance out the window. The sky blazed a brilliant, cloudless blue.
His ears strained, seeking again the sounds from Milas but there was only the call of the gulls. The breeze dropped and the pale curtains fell limp across four wide arches, muting the light. Shaking his head, Kalegos returned to his books.
The sun rose higher and Kalegos’s stomach rumbled, reminding him he hadn’t eaten since lunch the previous day. Or slept since the night before last. The puddle of former candles which dotted the room where evidence of that. Sophos wouldn’t be pleased, but the old man was hardly any better, drinking more than he ate and reading more than he drank.
Kalegos heard voices again and gravel crunching under heavy boots – many pairs of heavy boots. Kalegos leapt to his feet, the books thudding to the floor. He pressed himself against the wall and peered through the gap in the curtains at the gravel path leading up to the villa. Thirteen men approached, their dark blue capes flapping in the wind.
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