Six Sentence Sunday
It’s that time of the week again, Six Sentence Sunday
This is from a short story that I’m still working on.
Fingers dug into her shoulder as he moved with that insane fae swiftness again and yanked her around, face dark as a thunder cloud. “That is illegal to hold the position of Judicator and have those.”
“Get your hands off of me and no it isn’t. Both Queens know I have them. As part of being judicator, I’m going to go up against something that doesn’t want to be judged, so I have them.” She stared at him.
I know I’m going to cut a bunch from the beginning but we’ll see how long this goes before the cutting of sentences begins.
With a hatchet.