#DailyLines #Shattered #IAN1 #amwriting #contemporaryfantasy “You’re hurt,” he said. “Figured that out did you? Where the hell am I?” He took back the empty flask and looked me over, observing my swollen, battered face and the four inch long slit across the top of my throat. “The Eastern Lands,” he said. “Where did you come from? What’s your name?” Those basic questions shouldn’t have come as such a shock, but panic gripped me like a Kraken as I realized I didn’t have the answers. “I… I don’t know.” I swallowed hard, forcing back the bile-tinged wine that crept up my gullet. “I can’t remember anything. I woke up… like this.” “Right. Come on, then,” he said. “I have a warm house and food just a short way from here, if you think you can make it.” I smiled and tasted blood. “Yes.” It was a struggle to stand while holding the cloak tightly around me. “Thank you.” An extraordinarily charming smile transformed his features from pointy and flat-lipped to handsome in an instant. He offered his hand to help me up and the warmth of his touch was enough to dispel the urge to flinch. I heard the owl again. It had followed me from the well, perhaps hoping I’d suddenly morph into a tiny rodent, or maybe just biding his time. writerapriladams
Posted on: Wed, 04 Sep 2013 16:46:51 +0000
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