Six Sentence Sunday – I’ve borrowed their nice graphic but I wish they had a nice manly one of a big hairy bloke with a sword or something.
6 sentences from WIP, A Fierce Reaping, set in Scotland and Northumbria in the late 7th century AD. Accepted into Troop Three, aka The Misbegotten, or Cynon’s Hounds, Cynfal is beginning to gather the equipment he needs.
“So it’s three years since we last got drunk together,” Aeddan said, finally. “Damn me, it feels like longer. Ah, there’s Cynon, and it looks like he might have found you something to ride.”
“I’d be happier if it had been a pony.” Cynfal scowled. “What is that – a big sheep?”