Here's how it works: today I'll post a snippet of one of my characters, Keenan, with no physical description. You try to guess what he looks like, based solely on voice, action, and personality. Tomorrow I'll post a picture of him with a short description, and you can see how close your guess was. I'll also post whose description I thought was closest to correct. Sounds like fun, doesn't it? This snippet is from my epic fantasy, In the Seventeenth Year.
Keenan stormed away from the battlefield, heading north. He didn’t know where he was going, just that he had to get away…away from Nolan, from the elf, from all of them. He followed the river to Lake Dooley and kept going until the trees grew thick enough to offer privacy. He took off his wretched worn-out boot and soaked his bloody foot in the cool water. How can Nolan be so blind? he thought. He thinks because she is young and beautiful she can’t be dangerous. And why are we following him like blind sheep anyway? I didn't sign up for a dictatorship. I could turn around right now and go home. Not to the farm, but I could find work in Clifton…
Keenan looked up. Brady stood over him, bow in hand. "What of it?" Keenan asked.
"Nothing. Just an observation."
"Brilliant," Keenan said. "Now you've made your observation and you can be on your way."
Brady held out Keenan's bow. "My father wants us to hunt."
Keenan gave a humorless chuckle as he accepted the bow. "Is he hoping I'll finish you off this time?"
Brady's eyes became solemn. "Perhaps."
"Do you do everything your father tells you?" Keenan asked.
"And you do not?"
"What is that supposed to mean?"
Brady shrugged. "You're still here, aren't you?"
"Maybe I won't be much longer."
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And a sidenote: For those of you that read my last post, hubby did end up reading my blog. I got in trouble, but he passed the test! :)