Saturday, November 24, 2012

Shadows Of The Past VI

"Damn it Liasastis! What the bloody hells is your problem today? A drunken Seldonian monkey could have dodged that move with a bit of effort. You're not even trying!" 

Daigon's breathing was labored and he was sweating heavily. Turning his back to the dragon, he went to the water butt., sluicing icy water over his head. Even in his agitated state, he wondered how her telepathic "voice" managed to convey sarcasm in her reply.

*Perhaps I am not. Perhaps scampering about with an over-developed child holds no attraction for me today. Perhaps, instead, I have no fear of an impudent whelp with a stick in its grubby paws.*

This story excerpt was chosen for the weekly Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday Snippet  and is from a work in progress, Shadows Of Honor. 

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