I’m participating in the Weekend Writing Warrior, a weekly blog event during which writers share 8 sentences of one of their projects. You should check out the others right here: http://www.wewriwa.com/. I share this post with the Snippet Sunday Facebook group, which you can find here.
We’re back with another excerpt from my steampunk novel, Oil and Boiling Water (previous excerpts are compiled here). We’re jumping ahead a bit. The twins are back in the main room of the Loose Cogs tavern for dinner. Damian tried to draw a waitress’ attention, to no avail.
Damian jostled his way to the bar, forgetting to drag me along. A stranger too large for his health commandeered my brother’s empty seat and overflowed its limits. With a slur and a gush of foul breath, the over-sized mammal said, “Whatsa pretthing like you doin a plass like zis?”
“Studying the social mechanics of the port’s ecosystem.” Unfortunately, the tight quarters made it impossible for me to distance myself from my studies.
The man laid a hand over mine, and I jerked.
“You talk pretty’oo.” He managed —by a skill no man should possess— to sputter all over my forearm.