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‘I’ll get that,’ Rodger de Jonger said, putting down his white linen napkin next to his plate and…

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RT @RetreatWest
Did you guess who wrote today's #FirstLineFriday? It was Nora Nadjarian @noranadj with Behind The Scenes, and this flash won 4th prize at @reflexfiction in spring 2021 ⚡️🐅

Read the whole piece here: https://www.reflexfiction.com/behind-the-scenes-flash-fiction-by-nora-nadjarian/

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Huldrasaga, ch. 4:

Gorm looked around the village green, intending to seek out the inn, but on looking down he saw, first of all, Ulf Njordsson glaring at him from the bottom of a pocket, and secondly, Ulrika Ketilsdottir, staring up at him with interest. “What are you going to do now?” she asked. “Are you going to do some magic?”

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The noon-day sun perished the shadows and shone brightly on the girl’s white dress as she bolted from the furze and into Artan Belsham’s path.

The Tempering, ch. 1

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Huldrasaga, ch. 3:

Finally, after a month or so of increasingly weary (and increasingly chilly) travelling, Ulf and Gorm arrived at their destination, a remote, pine-girt fjord in far Frijaland, where snow-topped mountains plunged straight into deep, blue, cold water, on the shores of which lay the small and obscure village of Bjornsborg.

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The Huldrasaga, ch.2:

Gorm Eiriksson, sixth-order wizard, lay back contentedly on a pile of flour sacks and admired the view. Life was good; he had money in his pocket, a paying job, he was about fifty leagues from all the people he was in debt to, some of whom had axes, he had money in his pocket, it was a nice sunny day to be out sailing, and he had money in his pocket.

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He watched anxiously from under lowered lashes as Daniel strode away from the aftercare area, his shoulders hunched from what Eerie could anly guess was the strain of keeping his temper firmly in check.

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From Early Adopter:

Their latest client was painfully old fashioned, the sort who wanted to stare you down while making demands. It was a degree of familiarity that activated Ryn’s fight or flight reflexes.

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Chapter two: (You had chapter one before...)

I’ve forgiven Alyn for ignoring me all through break time yesterday, since he’s obviously infatuated with Laura and if we weren’t good friends, I'm sure he’d appreciate my long-limbed beauty better than her, but you’d never look at your sister like that, would you?

A fist banging against the door brought Artan back to reluctant consciousness.

From Fated Threads, and it's the absolute bastard of a chapter I've been rewriting.

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From ch.1 of Aiella:

Where to start?

(provisional first line, subject to change for the 498th time)

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From this month's chapter of Barky the Space-Wolf

Theda and Carla stomped down the corridor, arguing as they went.

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From Ch. 1 of The Saga of Gorm the Less and the Huldrafolk, aka The Huldrasaga:

Far away and long ago in the mystic and misty Northlands, homeland to so many magical creatures there were immigration quotas, in high Frijaland under the towering pine-clad mountains, by a deep cold fjord and buried under the roots of a mighty tree, lay the home of the Huldrafolk, one of the aforesaid magical races, if not *very* magical and a bit on the small side.

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From the work currently sitting in front of me, being edited: Midnight Crow, debuting January 2024:

The gray owl, Ashton, soared to my right, grumbling as he had all evening.

“Shannon!” Martin yelled up the stairs. “If you want a lift, I’m leaving in ten minutes!”
“Okay! Okay! I’m coming! Don’t yell at me!” Shannon shouted back, appearing on the landing wielding a hairbrush and her school bag. “Is it raining?”

https://books2read.com/SecondWind

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