The “look” Challenge

So my dear friend Peter Dawes tagged me with this my first ever blog challenge.

The challenge is to : Take your current manuscript and find the first instance of the word “look”. Then post the surrounding paragraphs as an excerpt of the book on your blog. Lastly, tag five more blogging authors who you think would be a good choice for the game.

Now my biggest problem with this is tagging 5 people since most the of the writers I follow and am friends with (which isn’t a lot yet, still getting there) have already been tagged. But we shall get to that after the excerpt.

As most know I am working on a number of projects but my main one is Nyssa’s story which is still untitled and I’d just like to point out still on first write so totally unedited. I apologise in advance but here we go. An excerpt from Nyssa’s story, the first “look” in the book as it were… *shaking nervously since this story has not been shared with the world at all*


“Aoife, Aoife, Aoife.” Tonight Nyssa did not call the words; they were more of a whisper, forced from her throat as she began to get cold feet. The sun had set half an hour ago and it had taken her this long to find the courage to call the woman’s name and let her decision be known.

“You have made a choice?” Aoife asked as she appeared. Though it was clear from the fact that the woman had called and the haunted look in her eyes that she had indeed made her decision and what that decision was. Aoife wondered if she had been given the same choice to become Raven of her Dark mistress, she did not remember and it was only an idea, a wondering, not a passionate curiosity. She did not care one way or the other, she simply did not know the answer to the question.

“I take his death on to me and give myself to your mistress’ task.”

“The deal is made.” Aoife clapped her hands.

Nyssa stumbled as the shrapnel exploded out of nowhere into her body. She staggered falling hard down onto her knee, the pain of the fall inconsequential to the agony she already suffered. She lurched sideways, unable to cry out, to take it back. She had never known pain like this. The world seemed to slow, time ticking by so slow; each moment gave her a lifetime of pain to feel and endure. Blood seemed to fill her throat and she gurgled still trying to find words to make this stop, to renege on the deal. She tried to breathe and began to drown instead as she collapsed backwards. It had taken seconds but felt like eons as she suffered.

“I forbid this.” Myrddin screamed the words into the swirling maelstrom of power that surrounded the yard. He stepped into it with no fear for himself, behind him four others followed, hair and clothing whipping around them though they did not react at all. All eyes were firmly fixed on Aoife.

“The deal has been made, the ritual begun, there is naught you can do about it.”

“The deal is forfeit, there was no full disclosure. Your mistress knows better than this. I cry foul.” Adrian stepped around Myrddin as he advanced on Aoife. He waved his palm and Nyssa froze as if he had paused her and in fact that was just what he had done. “This deal is forfeit.”

“The deal is made, the payment in progress, you have no voice here.”

“I am the voice of Brighid.” Myrrdin thundered, his hand coming up to lock around Aoife’s throat. “I am the voice of truth and revelation and this deal is forfeit.”


Now for the tagging. Hmmm okay. Well let’s be quite annoying shall we. If you are reading this and have not already been tagged. Consider yourself tagged!


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