Kate Warren

Hello again and welcome back to KateWarrenLand, a place of enchantment...well not so much enchantment as chaos, but some people do find chaos enchanting.  This will be my last WeWriWa post for a while. I can't keep up (with most things lately) and I feel bad when I don't get all my visits made. Also I will be attempting a small goal for Camp NaNoWriMo's April session, in an attempt to get me back on track for finishing The DeFord Chronicles, Part II.

Speaking of Franken-novel...this weekend's excerpt continues from the one posted two weeks ago. Fair warning: it's not a happy eight.  In Chapter 24, the royal physician is having trouble isolating what is wrong with the princess and one of her ladies-in-waiting, the queen is fuming at her own helplessness, but there are others in the room as well.  The first line refers to the physician.


          He had applied leeches, and spoon-fed tonics to the patients, so far to no avail. 
          Lady St. Robert, at her own daughter’s side was weeping silently, bathing Lilia’s head with lavender water.  Her husband stood at the foot of the bed, stunned and helpless.  Lord Stanley St.Robert, respected by the king, wise in matters of the world, victorious in battle, could do nothing but stand silent watching his daughter’s life slip away.
          The door flew open and the dowager duchess of Langdon entered along with her son and a very tall, dark man who had arrived with the duke, but had been seen little at court.  She curtsied deeply and began to speak without leave, knowing that their majesties’ minds were on more important matters than formalities.  “I have brought Bashir.  He is an expert healer.”


The dowager duchess is the mother of the duke who is in love with the princess.  Said dowager is a formidable woman, and not one to sit back while the girl her son loves is in danger.  She's also a lot of fun to write.

I'll see you around the web, and I'll be back to posting regularly again at some point. Just not sure when. Thank you all for the kind words and support you always offer.  

Kate

Welcome back to the weekend everyone!  Spring is officially spring-ing.  The first of my crocuses (croci?) are up.  The yellow ones, lifting their petals to the warmth of the air, and announcing that the robins will be returning soon.  Don't know about you, but the sunshine, blue skies, and warmer temps are helping me a lot.
 
The consensus last week seemed to be that continuing was the best option.  While I would have loved to give you the end of that scene, it was only four sentences, so instead we'll head right into the next scene, which is also the start of Chapter 24.  Same crisis, different perspective.

          “What is it?  What is doing this to them?  How can you not know?”  The queen demanded angrily.  There was not a woman in Frandia who had as much power as she but there was no order, no command she could give that would fix this problem.  
          “I beg your majesty’s patience.  I am doing my best to determine the cause of the illness.” The physician replied calmly.


I wouldn't want to be in his shoes at this moment.  That is one high-pressure situation, treating a princess of the realm and the daughter of another powerful family as well and not knowing what you're treating.

This weekend is the opening of the new Cinderella movie, and I will be taking my daughter to see it.  That means I'll likely be late on most, if not all, of my WeWriWa visits, but I will get them done. :)

Kate

Hello friends. Life has been slamming me pretty hard this last week, so I'm going to keep my ramblings to a minimum and let you get straight to the excerpt after a shout-out to the awesome writers who participate in Weekend Writing Warriors.  Click on the link in the text, or on the image above to find your new favorite authors!

The vote was nearly unanimous to continue from last week's eight, so here we go. Does Princess Therese love Christian?


          The dowager duchess was certain she already knew the answer—who could help loving Christian—but she was not the one who needed to consider that fact.
          “She does.” He said quietly.  “She loves me.”
          “Then she will need you.”  His mother put a gentle hand on her son’s arm.  “She will need your strength.  Go to her--give her a reason to fight, to live.”


So that's the answer to the question.  Would you like to see what happens in the next scene, or shall we go back to random?  See you all around the hop, and next weekend as well.

Kate