Hello hello, and a big thank you for my bubbly, full of sweetness friend, Sarah Blair. She tagged me in this fun little game that coincided perfectly with my need for a post idea. I love when that works out. But how did she know…?
Rules of the game:
*Go to page 77 of your current MS/WIP
*Go to line 7
*Copy down the next 7 lines (sentences or paragraphs) and post them exactly as they’re written. No cheating.
*Tag 7 authors
*Let them know
So now you know how it’s played, may I present out of context seven lines of Playing with Fire:
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My experience had led to one silver lining: I wasn’t focused on the knowledge that I was thousands of feet in the air in a large flying metal cylinder that could crash to the ground, burst into flame and kill every one of us at any given moment.
I also hadn’t slept, which didn’t help.
Rhys was in the seat next to me, his arm in a cast and his eyes patched and covered with antiseptic cream. He’d been asleep since take off.
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TAG
I would just be recycling the same authors, I’m still going to participate by posting my 7 sentences here
From my WIP DEMON DANCE:
“Hey Tress, it’s Candice, umm, was hoping to catch you, but you must be busy. I hate to leave this message on your voice mail, but I won’t be around for a while. I’m sure you’ve heard about my episode with Mr. Redling, what a prick, anyway, call me back so I can tell you the rest of the story. Talk soon, hon.” I finished my message, and now was looking for another distraction. I decided to make one more phone call, one I knew I shouldn’t make, but I had to, just to hear her voice, even if it’s just the answering machine.
“Hi Candice,” Phoebe answered on the third ring, she sounded like she was outside.