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Lucky Seven Meme.
Gacked from Erastes.
Lucky Seven Meme.
Rules
1. Go to page 77 (or 7th) of your current ms
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next 7 lines – sentences or paragraphs – and post them as they’re written. No cheating.
4. Tag 7 other authors. (I am not doing this – anyone who wants to do it can. Those who don’t want to don’t have to. <-- my thoughts exactly).
From No Quarter.
“That would be most accommodating of you, Ms. Darguill.” Sophiel smiled back. “Thank you.”
“This way, please.” Lia gestured to the door behind the reception desk, and the three angels followed her through it. After the dimness of the reception area, the sharp, stark, white light of the fluorescent bulbs that lit up the warehouse was almost blinding.
Tzadkiel blinked several times as he looked around, taking in the pallets loaded with crates, the forklift, the bookshelves lining the far wall. There were half a dozen people working industriously packing boxes, and they didn’t look up as Lia led the angels into the warehouse.
“As you can see,” Lia began, “this is one of our major hubs for shipping out large orders. We’re currently filling an order for a long-time client in New York City.”
Lucky Seven Meme.
Rules
1. Go to page 77 (or 7th) of your current ms
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next 7 lines – sentences or paragraphs – and post them as they’re written. No cheating.
4. Tag 7 other authors. (I am not doing this – anyone who wants to do it can. Those who don’t want to don’t have to. <-- my thoughts exactly).
From No Quarter.
“That would be most accommodating of you, Ms. Darguill.” Sophiel smiled back. “Thank you.”
“This way, please.” Lia gestured to the door behind the reception desk, and the three angels followed her through it. After the dimness of the reception area, the sharp, stark, white light of the fluorescent bulbs that lit up the warehouse was almost blinding.
Tzadkiel blinked several times as he looked around, taking in the pallets loaded with crates, the forklift, the bookshelves lining the far wall. There were half a dozen people working industriously packing boxes, and they didn’t look up as Lia led the angels into the warehouse.
“As you can see,” Lia began, “this is one of our major hubs for shipping out large orders. We’re currently filling an order for a long-time client in New York City.”