Tuesday, October 11, 2011

The Return of Teaser Tuesday!

I'm happy to say that the AW Purgatorians have revived the fine tradition of Teaser Tuesday. It's a chance to catch a glimpse of works in progress from a diverse collection of awesome writers.

This is from my Shiny New Idea. It's an m/m romance that's untitled as yet and is set in India in 1857. The narrator is attending a ball at a remote army outpost. He's visiting his cousin and has been left to his own devices at this party.

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We fell silent, me thinking of green grass and a sky full of familiar stars, Billington thinking of God-knows what. I stole a glance at him and didn’t envy him his uniform. Even his proximity to the window and the punkah-wallah couldn’t erase the sheen of perspiration from his face.

“You’ll do well to get out of here as soon as you can.” He murmured, without prompting.

“I beg your pardon?”

“If you think it’s hot now, in a few weeks’ time it’ll be unbearable. There’s this hot wind that blows dust into every bloody crevice. It’s miserable. You can’t do anything much between sunrise and late afternoon.”

“So I’ve heard. I’d planned on visiting Simla before heading down to Bombay.”

“That’s a very sensible notion.” He glanced towards the veranda. “As is escaping this room before I suffocate. Are you coming?”

It sounded more like an order than request. I followed Billington onto the veranda where several other gentlemen obviously shared the same idea. They greeted us with nods and carried on with their conversation. Billington leaned against the railing and stared out into the inky, airless dark. “I envy you escaping this place.”

“It’s not like you to be so blunt, sir.” I’d met Billington at one of my cousin’s parties not long after I’d arrived. We’d struck up an easy friendship united by our love of fine horses.

“There’s more than the weather to worry about.” He ran a careless hand through his hair. “There’s rumours of trouble with the sepoys. This isn’t going to be a safe place.”

“I’d heard there could be trouble. So it’s true?”

“It’s more likely to happen than not.” He turned around and stared back into the crowded party. “If I had my way I’d tell every civilian to get out but I’d be accused of scaremongering. If you can change your plans and leave sooner, then do it.”

“Jesus. Have you mentioned this to anyone else?”

“I’ve tried but I’ve been told that everything will be fine.” He looked at me, his eyes dark with a scarcely concealed fury. “I know my men, I’ve tried to do right by them and one or two of them have told me there’ll be trouble. I trust them, I believe them.”

The dark beyond the house was suddenly seething with unseen threats. Just when I’d become comfortable with the strangeness of the place, Billington reminded me that there’s nothing easy or familiar about India. A peacock called out somewhere in the grounds – a haunting counterpoint to the echoes of laughter and music coming from beyond the open doors of the house.

“I consider you a friend.” Billington folded his arms across his chest. “That’s why I’m telling you this. Get out and get to Simla while you can.”

“I’ll do what I can.” I tried to arrange everything in my mind, work out what needed to be done before I could leave. Even travelling in India was a logistical tangle.

“Good.” He offered me a smile. “I always thought you were a man of good sense. What say we find ourselves a decent drink and do our best to avoid the attentions of the ladies.”

“Sounds like an excellent notion.”

He grinned then, a sudden fierce warrior’s grin. I pitied anyone who crossed him and wished God hadn’t made me a man.


9 comments:

  1. "I pitied anyone who crossed him and wished God hadn’t made me a man." - fave line. Great cut. Love it. MOAR.

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  2. Aw, that’s my favorite line, too! Nice, as always, lady. Can’t wait to see more!

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  3. Yes, loved that last line and I'm excited to read more of this. You mentioned you were taking a leap setting this somewhere where you haven't been yet and I think you're doing a great job setting the scene so far. Can't wait to see more of these characters! :D

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  4. Lovely as always --the scene is so vivid. And absolutely: that last line is truly badass, Sue. And I love it that I have to sign my potentially offended sensibilities away to get to your blog now.

    *You* are a badass. :D

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  5. Great scene and your writing is as beautiful as always. Vivid without being flowery. I also love how you setup the scene by not telling us where they are, but giving choice details and we know it. My only suggestion is to tighten up the paragraph that begins: "I’ve tried but I’ve been told that everything ..." It states that he's full of fury but we can't see that through his words.

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  6. I love the way you've made the setting a third characters. I can feel the oppressive heat and the transition into evening. Lovely!

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  7. Love this, Sue - there's a delicious tension, both in the setting and between Billington and the narrator (sorry, I didn't catch a name for him). Agree with everyone else, that last line is just a world of mrow. ;)

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  8. Thanks, everyone! I'm relieved that you think the setting works. It's hard for me to write about somewhere I've never been.
    Steve, you're absolutely right about that line. I'm going to change it.
    Glad you all liked that last line. :D

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  9. Ohhhhhh.... Sue... this grabs you and sucks you right in! Awesome!

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