Animals on WIP Wednesday

raven-73179_640I’ve been plotting a made-to-order story about a cat named Angel. A reader won it for the Cat Day promotion I supported, and I’ll be writing it over the next week. This set me thinking about animals in stories. Do you like them? Some writers always have them, and in some they barely ever put in an appearance.

My first made-to-order historical romance was The Raven’s Lady, which I’m currently revising and preparing for release in Hand-Turned Tales, a book of short stories and novellas I’m bringing out as a free book just before Christmas. (I published the original tale as a series on this blog—the link above leads to episode one.)

So this week, please share around nine lines from a current work-in-progress where an animal has a part to play in your plot. Here’s mine:

She had sadly changed from the lively child he remembered. But that was long ago, almost another life. She was nine, and he was fourteen, the last time they parted.

The only interesting thing about her now, as far as he could see, was the raven she kept as a pet. He remembered the raven, too. He’d been the one to rescue the half-fledged bird from a cat, but Joselyn Bellingham was the one who tended it, fed it, and captured its affection.

He’d been startled when the raven flew in the library window that afternoon, fixed him with a knowing eye, then marched out the door and along the hall, to tap at the door of Miss Bellingham’s sitting room until she opened and let it in.

Now, though, at dinner, any sign of originality was absent.

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3 thoughts on “Animals on WIP Wednesday

  1. From A Rose Renamed, coming out next spring. 😉

    When Rose came through the door, she discovered John sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor a cast iron cauldron with he had lined with straw and sewing scraps. Three hairless, sightless, mewling kittens wriggled into the nooks and crannies of their mother, growling and purring at the same time, who snapped when Rose reached a hand toward the babies.

    “My word, they are so small. When?”

    When he looked up at her, she drew in a sharp breath. She could see clearly what he looked like at about six, such an innocent, curious, open soul that it broke her heart to see what the man had become.

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