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Sunday, February 12, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday

The book that started it all for me.

Tristan paced the pen for maybe the thirtieth time that evening. How could his mate

have been standing outside this godforsaken cage for five months without him smelling her? It was the spell. That had to be the reason. Traitorous Rex had trapped him in this form and taken away all of his extrasensory abilities, which now made him the weakest, most pathetic wolf in existence.


A wolf trapped with human senses.

10 comments:

  1. Oh, what torture! A fabulous six! :)

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  2. I love this, Rebecca. Love the angst.
    Thanks for sharing.

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  3. I can feel him pacing. Lovely descriptions.

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  4. You can really feel his frustration here.

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  5. Intriguing! Really feel sorry for him.

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  6. Poor Tristan, I can feel his frustration!

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  7. Oy! You can really feel how tormented he is.

    Great snippet, Rebecca!

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  8. A lovely note of tension in these six. I love the full story that is implied beyond this simple snippet.

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