Bienvenidos to Day 2 of the DUST IT OFF blog hop! Thanks to Theresa and Courtney for hosting such a wonderful hop! Today we post some of our fav words from our older MS. Here's 275 that I'm particularly fond of :)
(Set up: Brisana, 16, has been captured by were-jaguars. She has shared her meal with one of them while the others sleep in the hopes of gaining an ally and discovering exactly what they want with her.)
“Not bad at all,” she said smiling. “Would you like some more?”
Garfa smiled, too, and nodded. Between the two of them, they finished off all of the soup, more ending up in Garfa’s belly than in Brisana’s, but both equally satisfied. As he laid back against the rock behind them, she decided now was the best time to strike up a friendly conversation. “My name’s Brisana. What’s yours?”
“Garfa,” he replied, the words rolling from his contented mouth.
“And the others?”
“There’s Dura and Zope, big imbeciles, and the other is Garra. He’s the biggest and best of all of us besides General Matanza, And he’s my brother,” he said proudly.
His pride fell on deaf ears as Brisana wondered about the one he named that wasn’t there. “Who’s General Matanza?”
“He’s the one in charge since Don Frío was taken from us. He didn’t come because he doesn’t like work is my opinion, but he says he has much to prepare for your coming.”
This friendly conversation had taken a darker turn than Brisana would have liked. “What does he want me for?” she asked, knowing she most likely wasn’t going to like the answer.
She didn’t. “The only thing I can think of is to eat,” Garfa answered honestly. Then seeing the horrified expression on Brisana’s face, he added in his most sincere voice, “Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll be dead before then.”
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