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Good afternoon, snippetteers! I hope everyone had a good week. It’s been hideously wet here, and not at all like June with temperatures in single figures some days, and so grey I had to have lights on during the day. Right now it’s sunny, though, so I’m determined to get at least a long walk in.
The writing’s been all over the place this week with my mind utterly unable to settle. I’m trying not to beat myself up about it and just write what comes – which this week was half dystopian/suspense and half medieval fantasy. Go figure…
For this Rainbow Snippets post we’re still with Sound Judgement, a dystopian / near future story of England after six years of anarchy. We’ve met Sweeper Ace Ian Rathbone, who’s decidedly unhappy with his life choices, and his new work partner Patrick McGowan, who does his best to help him without revealing that he finds Ian rather appealing.
In today’s snip, Patrick – still embarassed about the way his boss has treated him in front of Ian – reveals a little of his past. (and one of the reasons for Galahad’s protectiveness.)
From Sound Judgement
“You don’t get out much, do you? Outside of work.”
“No reason to,” Patrick returned equally softly, though of course they could all hear him. “Not much chance, either. The coup was on my twenty-first birthday. I spent the next six years underground. Literally, in my case.”
“Yeah.” Patrick turned his face back to the road. “Tower of London.”
“You were a Raven?” Ian hadn’t known. Judging by the sudden silence in the UAV, neither had Fish and Remy. They’d all seen the results of the attack that had turned London’s most famous landmark into a smoke-blackened heap of rubble, but to imagine Patrick—
“Were you there? You know, when—” Ian found it hard to vocalise what he’d seen on the news from his hideout just outside Bradford.
“Under it.” Patrick’s voice was without any inflection and what Ian could see of his face was expressionless. “If you ever want to know what twenty-three broken bones feel like just ask.”