Tuesday 17 June 2014

Game of Sevens


I've been tagged in the writers Game of Sevens by Matthew Harffy, another Anglo Saxon writer. The rules are simple: Go to page 7 or 77 in your current manuscript and go to line 7, post the next 7 or so sentences - as they are and tag 7 people to do the same. Click on the link with Matthew's name to see his post.
 
Here are the 7 lines from page 77 from The Wolf Banner. This piece is from the part of the book where Tovi anxiously waits up late instead of going to bed, worried about his mother's apparent wanton behaviour when entertaining some guests from Normandy. The Wolf Banner is the sequel to Sons of the Wolf. 
 
As he moved the pieces absentmindedly on the board, he thought of his seax, the gift that the Earl of Wessex had given to him when he had saved his daughter from drowning. He was allowed to wear it now that he was in his twelfth year and it was a comfort to know that it was with him, just in case he should have need of it. His mother, it appeared, had imbibed far too much of the potent mead that she had provided for their table and was behaving childishly, like a young girl, basking in male flattery for the first time. She had been taught some of the Frankish language by the nuns who had educated her as a girl growing up in a convent and the men were light-heartedly correcting her efforts.
 
 

2 comments:

Linda Fetterly Root said...

Here's mine, which I have posted on Facebook and at I have been tagged by the gifted author of Sons of the Wolf, Paula Lofting in a Game of Sevens, which works as follows. Once tagged, you select one of your current manuscripts, as is,select either page seven or page seventy-seven, and count down seven lines. And then, voila, you post the next seven sentences (more or less), and then tag seven more people and request they do the same.

From The Shadow of the Gallows, page 7, line 7:

One of the drawbacks of his notoriety was having to deal with men like Guido Fawkes.
In Maitland’s view, Fawkes suffered the arbitrariness common among the military, but he was also a wee bit simple minded, which lead him to assume Maitland’s harsh treatment in Scotland would have made him an mortal enemy of the Scottish king. Maitland had known him before he went to Spain to lick King Philip's toes back in the days when the man used his birth name, Guy. He had avoided him then because of his propensity for maligning all things Scottish without realizing that Maitland remained a disgruntled but patriotic Scot, prideful of his heritage but disenchanted with the regime.

I am tagging Kim Headlee, Elisabeth Marrion, Kim
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