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Haunting Verses 1 – 3

3 July, 2017

Here are the first three verses of my Freyan Verse, Haunting. How would you go about finishing constructing this form? This poem was inspired by death and memories of the dead people that kept returning to me.
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Chapter Twenty Three

11 March, 2015
Feel very strange but peaceful. Spent most of yesterday writing down all my memories. But not in here. There was some paper on the desk in my bedroom and I’ve made a kind of envelope for my memories and sealed them inside. It’s weird knowing you live somewhere else but are really alive here.
I want to know where Tygar comes from! But I’ve just signed a contract to help Merlin find Sir Lancelot and put him back to sleep until Arthur returns. I still think that killing the Bad Dragons is the destiny Sama Conn talked about. Oh yes! Piera’s offered to accompany us to find Lancelot. I hope he doesn’t fancy me. It would be cruel to have to deter him as I did Agravaine!
Only a week till Yule apparently. Suppose I’d better write a letter to the parents and then perhaps see about some lunch. And after that I will go and visit Tygar – Piera has told me how to find the stables. I wish that horse could talk!
This is an excerpt from my novel Dragonscale Leggings
You can read an excerpt from Chapter Nine at a previous Wednesday Words blog.
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© Freya Pickard 2015

Chapter Twenty One

25 February, 2015
“I tried to call up St George just to get rid of the beasts but something odd occurred. I got two dragon slayers instead of one and neither of them was St George.”
“One was me,” I murmured. “And the other?”
“Sir Lancelot du Lac,” the old man snorted.
“Sir Lancelot?” The memories pressed in harder. “But he accused me of stealing his horse!” I took a sip of the tea. It had a smoky tang to it.
Merlin nodded. “He’s still at large. We need to find him.”
“We?” I looked at him in astonishment.
At that moment there was a loud explosion from the corridor and I jumped, spilling my tea. Merlin leapt to his feet, his eyes blazing.
“Excuse me,” he growled. “It’s probably one of the apprentices trying to get into one of the other rooms. One of the caustic spells has just been set off.”
He strode out of the room and has been shouting at a couple of people called Neptas and Imidgen for at least ten minutes…
This is an excerpt from my novel Dragonscale Leggings
You can read an excerpt from Chapter Nine at a previous Wednesday Words blog.
Visit My Books to watch the video and find out more about this novel!.
© Freya Pickard 2015

Wednesday Words – Chapter Seven

14 May, 2014
I’d have to tie my hair back for one thing. If the dragon breathed fire… My thought trailed off. I’d be dead anyway. Where would I go? What would happen to me? I steered my thoughts back to the present situation. What had Gatus said? That dragons try to avoid conflict. They use their cunning and guile. So they could speak could they? I realised my thoughts had started to spiral so I finished my tea and went back to my room
I plaited my hair and tied the end with a scrap of leather I’d found in one of the saddle bags. Then I took the sword out of its sheath and swung it around experimentally, knocking the candle off the mantelpiece. It was heavy. How on earth had I used it before? I slid it back into the sheath and picked up the giant potato peeler. This seemed more familiar to me and although awkward to swing, suited my arms and hands better. No memories came rushing in to help me though. All I could remember was the rotting carcass and the terrible stench in the heat…
This is an excerpt from Chapter Seven of my novel Dragonscale Leggings
You can read an excerpt from Chapter Nine at a previous Wednesday Words blog.
Visit My Books to watch the video and find out more about this novel!.
© Freya Pickard 2014

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