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Catherine

Mirrored from Writer Tamago.

This Week’s Snippet

Here's a brother sister moment from The Winter the Troll Danced with Old Nick.

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Siegfried ducked around the corner just as Quartz climbed the stairs, wrapped her scarf around her neck, and ducked out into the cold winter morning Sigurda bumped into him from behind, and he turned, cross.

“I wasn’t the one that stopped short,” she said in answer to his look.

“You were right.”

“I often am. In what way?”

“Quartz just went outside.”

They wandered past the information kiosk toward the fireplace. A trip to one of their warehouse stores had given them the right props and clothes. Sigurda wore a white nylon jacket and white leggings, which made her look even more like she was made of snow. None of the college students noticed that she was wearing her crystal sword. He had settled for jeans and a cable sweater, and Sigurda had observed that mortal women were staring at him. He had suggested that this was usual behavior when he had been among the Believers, so why shouldn’t it be here. Sigurda suggested she’d let the air out of his vanity by using Aud as a surgical aid.

Outside, Siegfried saw that it was snowing in lazy, lacy flakes.

“Quartz,” he reflected.

“We need to divide and conquer.” Sigurda leaned toward him and lowered her voice. “The question is where can you do the least harm.”

Sigfried snorted. “You really think I’m that reckless?”

“Honestly?” she teased. The flames flickered in her eyes. He knew she was laughing at him, on the inside. Her voice softened. “I don’t want you talking to Quartz.”

Siegfried’s eyes narrowed. “I’m not weak. I can handle Quartz.”?

“It’s not that, Sieg,” she said flatly. “I imagine it will feel like having your heart clawed out. Why would I want you to go through that?”

He opened his mouth to retort, but since she said something he hadn’t expected, he closed it again to regroup. Finally, he said, “I’m no diplomat. You should see the trolls.”

“Maybe we should do it all together.”

Mirrored from Writer Tamago.