1. Go to page 7 (or 77) of your current WIP.
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next 7 lines – sentences or paragraphs – and post them as they’re written.
Since I have two WIPs, you get both.
Kallisty felt triumph lance up through her all the way from the crux of her saddle to the back of her throat, fierce and savage like desire. “I claim this salvage under Ordnance in the name of the Hawkwoods,” she said. “Witnessed by Ushantih Khan and – hey, does that crazy cult of yours let you witness things under Ordnance, Besnik?”
“It’s not a cult, and you know I’m not allowed to swear oaths, and you’ll be sorry when the Prophet comes back,” said Besnik with a stolid lack of offence.
“Who else is a citizen?”
“Do you truly want to know why I came here, your Grace of Coranza?” I snarl at him. “Do you? Or have you made your mind up for yourself, and you won’t hear a word I have to say?”
He takes a step back to give himself room to make a stiff-backed bow to me. Not mockingly, as Zashera would do it. As if he and I were at a parlay, trying to prevent a battle that we both knew was coming. “Speak. I’ll listen.”