Tuesday Tales: Writing Save

Tuesday TalesTuesday Tales is a weekly blog featuring talented authors who post excerpts from their works in progress based on word and picture prompts. We’re a dedicated bunch that enjoys reading as much as you do. Today we have the word save to spark our imaginations. My snippet is from an adventurous paranormal romance currently being reworked. Please visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.

Her breath came in painful gasps. Resa sank on one knee to regain her bearing.

A few feet away Rhade crouched low, his muscular form ready for attack. His voice came low and deadly. “Save your hide, Sith. Let us pass.”

The Cat Sith had stilled and now faced him. With eyes narrowed and cunning, she seemed to measure her opponent. How much intelligence remained available to the creature while in animal form? Did her brain revert to a primitive state? She sensed the cat would strike soon. It was the nature of the beast to kill or be killed.
The Sith’s muscles rippled and her stance shifted. Damn it, she was preparing to lunge.

Slipping one hand into her leather pouch, Resa withdrew the small vial given to her by the Swamp Wytch. With trembling fingers she unscrewed the top. Please let her be helping Rhade instead of distracting or harming him. Steeling herself, she flung the vial of acrid liquid at the Sith. Straight to the eyes, right on target.

A heart curdling wail filled the contours of the cavern. The Sith shrieked as she dug at her eyes with curved talons. Her features contorted in agony. Finally, with an unsettling moan she collapsed to the ground, curling her body into a ball and covering her face with those huge, veiny wings. The air shimmered around her, and the next moment a woman sprawled there. Bloody tears streamed down her face. Her bloodshot gaze spewed hatred, but she remained motionless.

Rhade loomed over the cat woman, legs apart, his dagger pointed at the fallen creature.

A great gust of wind swept into the space, forming into a narrow twirling cone. It seemed to suck the oxygen out of the air, and Resa found it hard to breathe again. With popping and crackling noises, the spinning slowed. An angry voice boomed. “Who dares to harm my Sith?”

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Cheers & Happy Reading!
Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic with Paranormal Fantasy Romance

20 thoughts on “Tuesday Tales: Writing Save

  1. carmens007

    I loved especially the ending paragraph. Great snippet as usual! Thanks for enchanting us again, Flossie!

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  2. Author

    I’m glad I didn’t have a chance to read TT until Saturday night because that means less time I have to wait to see how this pans out. 🙂 You’re so awesome with your descriptions, too. This part is awesome and very visual! “A heart curdling wail filled the contours of the cavern. The Sith shrieked as she dug at her eyes with curved talons. Her features contorted in agony. Finally, with an unsettling moan she collapsed to the ground, curling her body into a ball and covering her face with those huge, veiny wings. The air shimmered around her, and the next moment a woman sprawled there. Bloody tears streamed down her face. Her bloodshot gaze spewed hatred, but she remained motionless.”
    Jillian

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