Sunday, December 9, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday – Clans of Kalquor Book 7: Alien Refuge (WIP)

Thomas stood, walked over to the priest, and plopped unceremoniously on his lap.  Iris’ mouth dropped wide open.  She had the passing thought she should apologize to Rivek, but that Thomas would be so familiar with someone he’d barely met--

“He never does that with strangers.”

Rivek seemed amused to have a wriggling semi-naked child piled on top of him.  “Then maybe we are not strangers.” 

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