This week I was tagged by the lovely M.Pax for the look challenge! The rules: Count up the ‘LOOK’s in your current WIP and choose your favorite three. Then post the paragraphs around the word.
Dotted about the first two chapters of my WIP, I’ve used 50 looks. Ouch! Not toooo bad for out of 14,000 words, but that’s partly why it’s still a WIP. ^^;
Reiva twirled out of his path and caught his tunic by the neck. With an abrupt jerk, she threw him forward and sent him flying. A loud crack split the air as Darret crashed into a stack of wine barrels. Red liquid fountained down as Reiva hooked her boot under Darret’s fallen gladius and flicked it into the air. She caught it and pitched it forward, sailing end over end. It stuck into the barrel just over Darret’s head. Dazed, he looked up into a fresh spray of wine that spilled down his soaking tunic.
Stepping onto the street, faces turned towards them, taking in the blood and mouthing ceaseless questions. Reiva wanted to shrink so small they would never see her again. She felt their prying eyes like insects crawling over her skin, itching to dig under her shell and unravel her from the inside out. Looking at Talou, you might never know he was an object of such scrutiny. Glances slid off him like rain off a glass pane, but then again, he wasn’t the topic of their gossip.
She had to remind herself to stay alert; she wasn’t out of danger just yet. Risking a glance around the cart, she surveyed the crowd. There weren’t any guards just yet, but they weren’t the only threat. Cool steady eyes met her gaze and knew she’d been spotted. She’d seen him in the city center, watching the crowds from a distance. He was a foreigner by the looks of him, but even a foreigner could benefit from the capture of a fugitive.
I’m still new in the blogosphere so instead of tagging 5 lovely people, I’m going to tag 3. Karen Elizabeth Brown, Heather at Reading, Writing andEverything In Between, and Susan Gourley/Kelley.