Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Postcards from Honua #1

I thought it might be fun to create a segment to put up little quotes and excerpts from some of my stories that I think are funny or otherwise notable.  I'm calling this feature "Postcards from Honua" (as I'm sure this post's title hinted you toward) and here comes the first!  The following is a short excerpt from my novel, Ophelia and Lyan are Dead Meat:
“This is him?” Lyan asked, not acknowledging Ophelia’s greeting.
“This is the coward who attacked you without raising any declaration of battle?”
Ophelia nodded, a clicking noise coming from the corner of her mouth. “That’s him in all his glory.” She chuckled.
As Lyan’s eyes scanned down the man, her face went from stern to a mask of confusion. “Why is he naked?”
Caleb looked down at himself for the first time. Loop after loop of rope was wrapped around his rib cage and arms. Oddly, his chest was completely exposed, the bottom half of the glyph tattooed onto the middle of his torso, that looked like a life sized crimson hand reaching out from his abdomen, peeked out from under the rope.
He could feel his wrists tied together behind the back of the chair he was sitting on and his shins, from ankle to calf, tied tightly to the legs of the wooden chair. He expected to be out of his armor but this?
“We didn’t want him to escape did we?” Ophelia smirked up at the taller woman. “Besides, he’s hot. Why not get a look at the goods?”
She laughed even as the barbarian woman looked somewhere between confused and disturbed. 
My novel, Ophelia and Lyan are Dead Meat is available here:  bit.ly/1HYjNSH