Favorite Lines from SANYARE (WIP): Chapters 6 - 10

My Favorite Lines from Sanyare (WIP)- Chapters 6 - 10

My Favorite Lines from Sanyare (WIP)- Chapters 6 - 10

Progress is slow, but steady, and SANYARE is getting close to ready for beta feedback. Thank you for your patience! Here are a few more of my favorite lines from the work in progress (WIP) for your reading pleasure.

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Two trolls wearing nothing but leather leggings drank beer out of gallon jugs and pounded their fists on a flat rock while shouting profanities at one another. One of them burped as Rie passed by, the stench of sour milk sending her stomach into her throat. A half dozen leprechauns huddled together on the next small rise, smoking long pipes that reeked of something that wasn’t tobacco.

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As he moved, his girth bounced off of the other bartenders, the shelving, and anything else that was stupid enough to get in his way.

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Rie licked her lips. He was beyond untouchable, but he had one of the nicest butts she’d ever seen.

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“Ah, deadly sexy. My specialty.” With another wink and a snap of his fingers, Garran turned and disappeared into the back room.

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“Do you have cotton for brains, or marbles for eyes? She looks fantastic! Like a red and black tigress on the prowl.”

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Like a shark, Braegan could probably identify a single drop of blood in an ocean of water, and be able to tell you who it belonged to, their blood type, and if they should see a physician.

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With large round eyes set above a wide pink nose, a horn protruding from behind each broad ear, and a body covered in a light brown fur, the imp looked like a cross between a large rat and a tiny goat. A goat wearing a blue floral print dress with white ruffles.

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A fresh round of tears burst out of the imp’s eyes. Plink was going to be dried up on the inside and waterlogged on the outside, if she wasn’t careful.

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To Rie, a smithy implied a forge, an anvil, and maybe a few apprentices, not a compound surrounded by fifteen foot walls topped with razor wire.  The term ‘fortress’ barely covered it.

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“Anything that will kill my enemy and protect my own skin is useful. Why discriminate?"

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The stench of raw sewage and maggot infested meat wafted toward her on his exhalation. Rie swallowed the bile that threatened to crawl up her throat and attempted to maintain a neutral expression, not sure she achieved it.

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What do you think? Which is your favorite?