Showing posts with label Blog Awards. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blog Awards. Show all posts

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Thank You!

Anita Grace Howard from A Still and Silent Madness (isn't that a lovely blog name?) has g iven me this delightful Versatile Blogger Award.


Thank you Anita! Just what I needed at the end of a difficult week!

I would like to pass this Award on to:

S.L. Stevens at Scroll of a Modern Scribe
Lydia King at The Word is My Oyster
Stephanie Thornton
L.G. Smith at Bards and Prophets
and
Keriann Greaney Martin at Novel Beginnings

Congradualtions. You guys are some fantastic bloggers!

To make it fun Anita mixed up the rules a little. To give you more options I'll give you both versions.

The original rules:

1. Thank and link to the person who nominated you.
2. Share seven random facts about yourself.
3. Pass the award along to 5 deserving blogging buddies.
4. Contact those buddies to congratulate them

OR

Anita's new rules...

Instead of #2 above list the first and last lines of the first five chapters from one of your manuscripts. Can you see a story taking shape? Does it intrigue and intensify, making you want to read what's between?

So here are snit-bits from RULER OF GEAL. The manuscript I mean to start querying soon. . . probably.

Chapter One

Taig Feargal dropped his silver pieces, one coin at a time, onto the table in front of Ol’ Con Eibear the Lodge Master.

He raised the mug and all present drank to the convict’s health –or death—save Veli who discovered too late that the mug was already empty.


Chapter Two

The prince of Gystoria marched toward death.

Another round of quarrels made sure they were both dead.


Chapter Three

Taig let the time drag as he made his way toward his village.

Then he turned and left, leaving gaps in the dust as he tramped up the staircase and into the streets.

Chapter Four

Prince Roneir was welcomed home by ghosts.

Only for a moment and yet the image had planted itself in her mind in a way she knew it would never be uprooted.


Chapter Five

“Thena. Thena wake up.”

His mind could grasp nothing else.