A Sunday Snippet

DebE —  June 17, 2012 — 1 Comment

Here, just ‘coz:

“I did it. And now the poor bastard has to live every—” He swung his knife arm back, and Llew stepped out of his way. Then he drove the blade into the wood, almost to the hilt. “—day of his life—” He pulled the knife from the tree. “—feeling the pain of that loss.” He sunk the knife back into the wood. “And all—” He yanked the knife free again. “I had to do—” In. Out. “Was look.” He turned to Llew, his face twisted in an ugly smile. “But all I could see was you.”

Llew stood facing him, her breathing slow and deliberate. She had to deal with this. She couldn’t afford to let herself feel the elation welling up at his words. “You couldn’t have known,” she said quietly, not knowing what else to say, and suddenly realizing her own innocence. “We . . . we didn’t know.”




Deb E was born in New Zealand’s North Island, but her parents corrected that within months, moving south to Dunedin and staying there. Childhood nights were spent falling asleep to cover versions of Cliff Richard and the Shadows and other Rock ’n Roll classics played by her father’s band, and days were spent dancing to 45 LPs. Many of her first writing experiences were copying down song lyrics. She graduated to scientific reports when she studied a nematophagus fungus in the Zoology department of the University of Otago, trading all traces of popularity for usefulness… then traded both for fiction. Mum of one human & four fur-babies.

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