Lucky Seven Meme.
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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.”
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Date: Mon, Mar. 26th, 2012 12:08 pm (UTC)Liensé opened her mouth, then seemed to think better of whatever she was going to say, and closed it again.
“Let Gareth heal you, Liensé,” Brennon said with an air of exasperation. “Who knows when we will need a sword or just a spare hand? I don’t want you unable to use that arm for a week.”
“What does it matter if I’m stuck in here?” Liensé muttered, but she stood up. “What do I do?”
It's a bit odd, isn't it - seeing little pieces of stories like this?
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