Posts tagged: 'Snippets'
- Snippet the fourth: TRG draft 2
By the time Emi arrived in the Vines, Garrett was drunk. Her hand soft on his shoulder, and her voice cool in his ear. “You started without me.”
“Disappointed in me?” He threw an arm round her waist, grinning. Knew he was acting the lecherous barfly, but enjoyed it anyway.
“No.” She leaned into him, kissed him [...] - Snippet the third: TRG draft 2
Maya left her car a half mile from the waterfront and took a cab the rest of the way. The river district was usually safe, but even if no one stole it, there was no guarantee she’d be able to navigate the cluttered streets that radiated out from Port Blackwater like fat-clogged arteries. The lights [...]
- Snippet the second: TRG draft 2
Garrett, a half-drunk pint of Rolling Rock and another likely to follow hard behind. Moisture gleaming on the side of the glass and a bubble of quiet around him. The Vines was busy, night rolling on, but no one much bothered him. Up on the makeshift stage at the far end of the room, a [...]
- Snippet: TRG draft 2
Garrett found himself a sheltered spot against the wall, tucked between a drainpipe and a snow-covered steel housing, and waited, smoking. Occasional squawks on the emergency wideband, undirected radio traffic from the rest of the city. Chatter from dispatchers and responders, reporting conditions, traffic, situations cleared and those still unresolved. Cops, paramedics, and firefighters reassuring [...]
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