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This is a snippet from my yet-to-be-completed NaNoWriMo story, Black Ink Plague, a fantasy about inkbloods, people who were left at the roots of a magic tree as babies, and can use charcoal from those trees to write and cast spells.
The main character, an inkblood called Liar, cast a spell to kill a gang leader called Cin, then traveled to The Friendly Mermaid, a disreputable and smelly tavern/inn, where she meets with the gang’s second in command, Jash, and asks for payment to purchase supplies for charms she is making for the gang.
“I understand,” Handsome Jash met her eyes for a moment, “even after a death, we all have to eat.” He nodded to one of the men beside him, who stood and handed Liar a heavy purse.
She tucked it inside her own, “I will leave you, then, to honor your fallen.”
“You’re not going to count it?” One of the men, with a scar running across his cheek and through his patchy dark beard, asked.
“Leave it,” Jash said, “We have more important things to take care of.”
“I want to know how much she was paid,” the man said, jaw jutting out stubbornly.
Once again, Jash’s gaze flicked over Liar’s face, measuring, before he turned his attention to the barely-contained chest of the woman sitting beside him, dismissing the argument.
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Black Ink Plague is set in a world similar to ours, with the addition of the Rakau tree, which has magical properties–charcoal or ink from the tree can be used to cast spells. However, only inkbloods, babies who were left overnight at a Rakau tree’s roots on their first full moon, can harvest and use the tree. The price they pay for their magic is that the ink infects them, staining their skin and eventually forming words from the spells they cast on their skin. These words change their lives in unexpected ways.
Oho! So it seems Jash might be quite the double dealer himself. And he needs to get his eyes OFF that floozy’s chest! (I’m sure she’s a perfectly nice girl, once you get to know her)
She’s wearing one of those low-cut peasant blouses, and there’s some serious cup-runneth-over going on. I can’t blame Jash for staring, since that’s the effect the floozy is going for. 😉
True, it’s hard to avert the eyes from overrunning cups!
Dazzling double dealing going on with powerful handsome in-charge Jash and Liar. Dynamic eight.
No one wants to be second-in-command forever, right?
Ah, how many barely contained chests do you suppose altered the course of historty?
More than a few, I’m sure!
This is a great scene, caitlin—you do multilayered conversations very well. 🙂
Glad to hear it–sometimes the right amount of subtlety is hard to hit on.
Jash is turning out to be pretty interesting, even if he is distracted by overrunning cups. Their interaction is very well done. Can’t wait to read the whole story!
Ah, but is he really distracted, or using a convenient excuse? 😉
Interesting, wonder why the other man wants to know how much she was paid? More going on than it appears on the surface, which is, of course, terrific! Great excerpt.
He’s going to explain it in a bit, but right now, I will say they are hanging out somewhere where alcohol is served.
Intriguing 8–thanks!
Thank you. 🙂
Great tension, great dialogue. Well done!
Thanks! Things are about to get worse–not that the Mermaid hasn’t seen a bar fight or eight.
I love the last line! It’s such a typical guy thing to do, even in a magical world.
Tavern wenches were not treated too nicely then, or, well, ever. But I’m sure some of them harnessed the power of a low-cut shirt to help themselves.
I’m wondering what is going on between Jash and the woman? Is it really her nearly-not contained bosoms that make him keep looking her way? Very interesting snippet.
In this case, not really. Jash is playing a dangerous game, and getting caught will end with him dead, so he’s playing carefully.