I first learned about Snazzy Snippets from my fantastic friend, Aimee. (check out her awesome blog, minions of mine.)
–> your first paragraph or 500 words <–
“I hate thread.”
The cat spat out the words like they tasted of sour milk. His whiskers bristled.
–> a snippet with food <–
He heard a cough behind him and turned to see Finnigan — still in mortal form.
“Would you like some food?” he said to Tarquin.
The cat blinked.
“Food?” he repeated, wondering if he’d heard the fae correctly.
“Like honey cakes,” he said. “Or sausages. Or muffins. Or hot milk. That sort of food. You could keep me company,” he finished, his voice hopeful.
–> a snippet you’re really proud of <–
(because I have issues containing my excitement, I shall share more than one.)
At two years old Imo took to following Tarquin around like she was his kitten.
“I can’t go anywhere anymore,” he complained to Prism, one day when he escaped to the tower roof. “She trails about behind me like she’s attached by a string.”
“Perhaps she can’t resist your magnetic charm?” suggested Prism.
“Who said anything about love, m’dear?” the cat purred.
“Do you want my advice?” asked Prism, fluttering to his side.
“No, thank you,” said Tarquin, and poised to leap off the roof.
“Figure out who Imo prefers and groom him accordingly.”
Tarquin permitted himself a chuckle this time.
“I’ll remember that.” He jumped down onto the barrel.
“You should,” Prism called after him.
The cat trotted away without answering.
Imo was jailed for a week for kicking a gentleman because he knocked her into the noisy, chaotic street. Tarquin found the man’s house, and wedged a dead mouse into each of the stove pipes. He also left one inside the man’s bedroom slippers.
He would track the faerie down.
Scratch her beautiful face.
Drop her from a tower.
See how she liked it.
Sweet Ring of Sauron, this book is so much fun to write. ANOTHER. *cough*