Just a quick post to let you guys know what I’ve been up to. Well, for one, I graduated from university with m Bachelor of Arts (English Major) degree. What am I going to do with this degree, you ask? Well, the long answer is I have no idea. And the short is that I’ll teach. Probably.
If I can stand the kids…but teaching’s a good back-up plan to have, which is why I”m going to start my Bachelor of Education at the University of British Columbia in September. (Yay for more school! No, seriously, I’m bored out of my mind right now so I’m kind off looking forward to it.)
Along with finishing school I’ve also been busy writing and editting The Dagger of the Sun and in the spirit of writing, here’s a small preview of the chapter:
As soon as Delphyne smelled the putrid breath of the dragon, she knew Apollo had lied to her. Again. Python, as the locals referred to the beast, would not be an easy kill.
The colour of trampled grass, the dragon was at least ten feet long. Its body was covered with impenetrable scales that made him near invincible. It was rumoured that the Titaness, Gaia, had created Python from the foul-smelling swamp waters that surrounded the region of Delphi, to protect the oracle of Delphi and its prophetess.
A duty Apollo wanted to relieve it of – a task that was proving more difficult than he anticipated.
The once lush lands of the Delphic oracle were now barren, after an hour of hard battle. The ground was sodden with the poison that Python spewed from his mouth. The poison had eaten away at the grass and trees in the area. The trees that had survived the acidic downpour were uprooted and tossed asunder.
“Keep it occupied and I’ll shoot it down from above.”
Her dark braid whipping her back as she dodged to avoid another of Python’s swinging claws, Delphyne dared a brief glance behind her. The movement made the strap on her sandal tighten awkwardly, biting into her skin. Sure enough, she could feel the beginnings of a blister.
Apollo was hidden safely behind one of the large boulders that surrounded the sunken ground of the oracle, the sunlight that glinted off the golden bow in his hands was the only clue to his current location.
Coward, Delphyne scowled. It was easy for him to give orders, he wasn’t the one who’d nearly been sliced in half four times in the past hour.
“How do you suppose I keep an ten-foot serpent preoccupied? Maybe I should just stand still and let it rip me apart?” The sarcastic retort rolled naturally of her tongue. “It seems to enjoy doing that.”
“She,” said Apollo from his safe haven.
“The dragon. It’s female.”
“Oh, really. Well, doesn’t that just change everything.” She was beginning to sound like a hysterical fishwife even to her own ears. The pressure of nearly dying over and over again must be getting to her.
Delphyne swerved left on Apollo’s command. A flaming arrow went flying past her, only to hit Python’s armoured shoulder and bounce off harmlessly. The flame put out by the damp ground while the arrow joined its fallen companions, Apollo’s previous attempts to kill the dragon.
Apollo let out a foul oath.
“Perhaps you should distract it while I shoot it down,” Delphyne said. “Oh wait, that’s shoot her down.”
“You can’t aim worth a drachma,” said Apollo. “With your luck, you’ll shoot everything but the dragon. Move right.”
Another arrow shot out. This one landed close to Python’s eye, but not close enough to do any damage.
“That would be different from what you’re doing, how exactly?”
That’s a little taste of Delphyne, Apollo and the Python.
(Chaos: Apollo a total coward in this scene, not to mention an idiot.
Apollo: *glares at me*
Me: *starts running as if my life depends on it cause it probably does*)
Finally, for some recommended reads:
I recommend the The Duke’s Perfect Wife for those who love mystery, romance, some tears and IAN MACKENZIE! For people whol love to laugh, the Under a Vampire Moon is perfect! And though strickly speaking the Once Burned isn’t out yet…who doesn’t love Vlad?
(aka I’m Back!)