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I’ve been snipping from my novelette WiP, Luck of the Draw (M/M Light Fantasy). When I first posted the numbered snippets, they were the opening lines, but a fresh opener has been inserted. Click on the spoiler tags if you’d like a quick refresher:
Obren’s 3rd-person POV
Obren, a prince of Canna, had drawn straws many times in the past, but never had the stakes been so high. This time it wasn’t about who would go first or last either in childhood games of years gone by, or in sexual liaisons from more recent years. It wasn’t about who would help pitch the army tents versus dig the holes for the latrine. Or fill them in, later, when breaking camp.
This time, the rest of his life was at stake. Not life or death, itself, but the direction his life would follow, and its potential to bring him happiness.
Obren’s 3rd-person POV
Obren’s stomach twisted into a knot as his father, King Rogan of Canna, offered his closed fist. Obren drew in a deep breath, understanding, to the marrow of his bones, that any plea to avoid this choice was pointless. A straw must be drawn, and as the older of the two brothers, he would draw first.
Not that the order of drawing mattered. Whether or not he drew the short straw would be down to luck. The luck of the draw would decide his life’s path. His hand twitched as he checked a nervous impulse to smooth down his already neatly styled blond hair.
(picking up immediately after the action in the prior snippet)
Obren’s 3rd-person POV
Treaties had been signed, and a complete series of intermarriages between the realms would solidify their fledgling peace. The three realms had agreed on this course of action.
Obren closed his eyes, shut out the sounds of his father’s heavy breathing, and focused on preventing the quiver building in his gut from reaching his hand as he lifted it. He paused and opened his eyes. Was there any possible stratagem he could employ to boost his chances?
“Just pick one,” Lale hissed. “Let’s get this over with.” Lale, being Obren’s younger brother, was as invested in the outcome as was Obren.
(Skipping ahead just a tiny bit from the previous snippets.)
Obren’s 3rd-person POV
Obren swallowed, squared his shoulders, and snatched one of the two straws sticking up from of Father’s fist. He stepped back and stared at the stick, but it gave him no information.
No useful information, anyway. Length could be both absolute and relative. He could see that the absolute length of his straw was about six knuckles long. But it was the length relative to the straw remaining in Father’s hand that would give the answer.
Lale strode swiftly forward and grabbed the remaining straw. The brothers stood staring at one another for ten solid beats before slowly raising their hands to compare straws.
This week’s snippet follows immediately after last week’s…
RAINBOW SNIPPET:
Obren’s 3rd-person POV
Obren stared blankly at the two straws, but it was the slow grin spreading across Lale’s face that came into focus first. Lale held the longer of the two straws.
Heat suffused Obren’s face as he snapped his straw in half and let the two pieces drop to the floor.
“Enough of that.” The king used his regal tone, usually reserved for court. “You will do your duty, and you will do it without displays that should have been left behind when you graduated out of the nursery.”
Here are a couple of images I’ve come up with to go with my snippets that may or may not have anything to do with the eventual cover. I keep going back and forth on my preference, and I’m currently leaning toward the cartoon guys again.
No blurb yet, but here are a haiku and a not-quite-legit-limerick:
HAIKU
Obren had to draw
A straw to decide his fate.
He drew the short one.
LIMERICK (with some rhyming fail…it’s still a work-in-progress)
There once was a prince from Canna
Draw a straw? He just didn’t wanna!
But choose one he must,
and now he must trust,
the Butari prince won’t hold a … grudge.
This looks so good! ❤️ I can’t wait for this story!!
Thank you so much! ❤️
Talk about being dressed down! 🙂 Great snippet!
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Nice!
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Loved the king’s reprimand
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The king’s response is gold.
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