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Miri crested the top of the hill and sat on a tumbled-down stone wall, panting as her heart slowed and the light-headedness settled. Below her, the town spread over the valley like a blanket of red and white, the clean stone and bright roofs picturesque against the green of the hillsides.stock-photo-aerial-view-of-carmona-a-typical-town-in-saja-valley-cantabria-spain-72730978

Oren climbed up behind her, his pace steady – and his breathing steady, too. Habits instilled by his military training kept him in shape, and Miri was starting to reconsider her habit of sleeping through his morning workouts.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Continue reading

And Now, Something a Little Different

I’ve been posting a lot about Princess lately (obviously, since that’s what I’m mainly working on), but my other projects are always in the back of my mind. Today, I thought I’d post something related to Miri and Oren, who made their debut in my Saucy Ink story and seem to think they’re getting a novel one of these days.

Just a little sketch I commissioned from user Skychair on tumblr – Miri and Oren, about to get into trouble (click to embiggen).

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Showers are Good for the Writing Soul

Remember Miri and Oren? I wrote a story about them for the last Saucy Ink collection?

They paid a visit to me in the shower. I had to scribble it down quickly before I forgot it, although I have no idea where or when it happens or who Bakir is or when Miri had a daughter (…um…) or why an underworld crime boss wants to employ her or why Oren is cool with this or…yeah I’m pretty confused.

(Also hi Tami I stole your dragon’s name by accident because it was pretty and stuck in my head…sorry…let me know if you’d rather I didn’t).

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“You’re wrong.”

Oren furrowed his brow. “But Bakir said–”

“Bakir is a gossip-mongering idiot.” Miri turned away from the window. “I don’t blame you for Sitri’s death. I blame myself.”

She paced across the floor.

“I was so obsessed with our work – so caught up in the adventure — that I neglected my child. I wasn’t there. I didn’t protect her.”

“Miri, there was no way you could have seen it coming.”

Miri whirled on him, her eyes wild and full of tears. “Yes there was!” she screamed. “I should have known!” She flew at him, punctuating each word with a strike. “I. Should. Have. Known!”

Oren said nothing.

Suddenly she stopped, and the anger was gone as suddenly as it had appeared.

“Tell Vashara I can’t help her. Find yourself another water-witch.”