#SixSunday — My Fair Lady with fangs!

Vampyren, "The Vampire", by Edvard Munch

Vampyren, "The Vampire", by Edvard Munch

Welcome to “Six Sentence Sunday”. Thank you for visiting and especially for any comments you might feel inclined to offer.

This six comes from my urban fantasy novel, My Fair Vampire, currently in editing mode. This scene is pulled from late in the book after Dori has weathered many harrowing experiences under her sire’s tutelage. She is speaking with him, after he shows up unexpectedly to take her to a Council meeting.

Dori speaks first:

“Why are you just now telling me? Why such short notice if this is legit?”

“Have you always been this suspicious?”

Arms crossed, I couldn’t keep the scorn out of my voice.  “Yes.  But I’ve especially honed it over the past few months.”

Ha! I think she’s finally grown a pair!

Be sure to check out the host site, Six Sentence Sunday, for links to more tantalizing snippets from some very talented writers.

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Six Sentence Sunday — My Fair Vampire #3

Welcome to “Six Sentence Sunday”. Thank you for visiting and especially for any comments you might leave me.

This six, like the past two weeks’, comes from an urban fantasy novel I completed a first draft of last summer, book 1 from The Land Of Enchantment series:  My Fair Vampire.

I’ve shown two short scenes with Dori and her sire, Donovan, at odds with each other.  In fairness to Donovan, he can actually be quite charming when he wishes.  In this week’s six, he entertains his progeny, Dori, with what might or might not be a tall tale from his youth in eighteenth century Ireland.  He has just finished explaining how he bested the Banshee who came to claim his grandmother.  In return, the reaper-like spirit agreed to let Donovan choose his grandmother’s replacement.

I should also note that Dori has already remarked that while Donovan normally speaks with barely a trace of an Irish lilt, when he tells his stories, it re-emerges.

The next morning, we learned the terrible, terrible news that during the night the blacksmith had died.  I told my Gram about my deal with the Banshee, and she said, ‘Ach, a wise choice me lad, though I’d have picked the ol’ witch who lives at the bottom of the next hill.’ ”  He roared with laughter and the rest of us couldn’t help but join in.  Watching him let loose was as funny, if not more so, than the tale itself.

I couldn’t help but quip, “No doubt you comforted the (blacksmith’s) daughter in her time of grief then as well, eh?”

He grinned wickedly, and with a faraway look in his eye said, “Aye, that I did.”

The full “tall tale” is posted in Dori’s journal if anyone wants to read more.

Be sure to check out the host site, Six Sentence Sunday, for links to more tantalizing snippets from some very talented writers.

Land of Enchantment