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.

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Six Sentence Sunday — My Fair Vampire #2

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

This six, like last week’s, 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.

Our heroine, Dori, is a newly created, but incredibly inept vampire.  Her sire is nearly ready to stake her himself, she’s been so difficult.

In this scene, Dori’s just delivered a tongue-lashing to Donovan, after discovering the despicable truth behind his latest training technique. Donovan responds:

You can just climb right down off your high horse, sweetheart, because guess what?  Whether you like it not, you’re now at the top of the food chain with the rest of us.  There is nothing dishonorable about doing whatever it takes to survive.  My job is to teach you how to do that in a world that doesn’t embrace us with open arms, doesn’t want to know about us, can’t know about us.  There are no fast food joints for our kind.  Hell, there’s not even a 7-11.

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