Happy WIPpet Wednesday! My favourite blog day of the week, where the fearless WIPpeteers crack open their works in progress and dare to bare them to the world in all their first draft glory! (It’s not for the faint-of-heart, I can assure you).
True to my word, this week’s WIPpet is from my new WIP, The Moon is Made of Glass, and continues on from last week’s offering. If you want to read the beginning here’s the link. Otherwise here are 10 more paragraphs (3 for the 3rd + 7 for the 7th month) in honour of the 3rd of July:
Impossibly, the reflection was growing. The tiny circle of silver continued to expand, until it reached out to the very edges of the pond. Carys wanted very badly to look up, to see if the moon was in fact coming closer, but she couldn’t tear her gaze away.
“What do you see?” The old woman shoved Carys forward, so she almost lost her balance, teetering just above the water. Hands thrust forward to break her fall – but she caught herself just short of the surface.
What did the old woman think was in the pond?
It was hard to concentrate with the old woman pressed against her back, breathing in her ear. But Carys shifted her weight forward and peered into the silvery depths. Her reflection was perfect against the mirrored surface; her dark curls tumbling about her face, swinging gently above the water. Her skin was luminous in the reflected light, pale and flawless; otherworldly. Even her eyes seemed to belong to someone else, a shimmering silver as wide and round as the moon.
“I don’t see anything.” Her voice, tinged with disappointment bounced back at her off the water.
“But you do,” the woman said. “Tell me what it is.”
“Just the moon. That’s all there is – and our reflections…”
Her voice faltered and a cold shiver, like still, deep water enveloped her. Her refection was caught perfectly, crisp and clear. Right down to the uninterrupted curve of her shoulder. But instead of a shape or a shadow where the old woman should have been there was only the moon.
The woman let out a sigh, a contented sound of confirmation and shoved the girl hard between the shoulder blades.
This passage is part of the prologue to The Moon is Made of Glass, so although I’m leaving you with a (little) cliff-hanger, you will find out the fate of young Carys next week.
Where the prologue leaves off anyway.
Sadly the rest of the story will have to wait until I’ve finished The Fall of the Kings. I’m gearing up for a big push to get the first draft finished, which means I’m going to be taking a hiatus from the blog once I clear the decks around here. I’ve been so inspired by everyone else’s finished offerings that I’m determined to get mine done too!
Happy writing! (And don’t forget to swing by on Friday where the lovely Kate Frost is answering all my questions about The Butterfly Storm!)