In between really good words I find as I read, I thought I’d bring #1lineWed here. If y’all are on Twitter this is the hashtag that the members and friends of the Kiss of Death RWA Chapter uses on Wednesdays to share lines from our books. For those of you who don’t tweet, you can share here in the comments. Or just comment on my lines, because y’all know what an attention pimp I am. 😉
So today’s theme is: WEATHER
Here are my lines:
From COWGIRL’S DON’T CRY, which is available for PREORDER and for WANT TO READ on Goodreads (you know, in case you want to mark it or anything… 😉 ):
Fat cotton balls of snow drifted across her view—it was like being a tiny person trapped inside the Swiss chalet in a snow globe.
In the near distance, a sheet of rain filled the space between cloud and ground, marching across dusty fields. The first fat drops splattered in the dirt at his feet.
From THE COWGIRL’S LITTLE SECRET:
The wind kicked up a wicked dust devil made of red dirt and spun it across the bare expanse of the well site. Rather than cooling the air, the wind seared everything in its path like a blast from a furnace.
The weak winter sun poked at the clouds riding low on the eastern horizon and touched the light dusting of snow with a handful of sparkles.
Chance’s breath fogged the air until the brutal north wind shredded it. The temperature kept dropping, the sun a pallid circle behind thick clouds.
What about y’all? Any weather references, descriptions, etc. in your current WIP? Share!
Nice ones, especially like your sheet of rain snippet!
Happy Hump Day!
I love living here where that happens–when you can see the rain coming, can smell it, and then it gets close enough you can step from dry into wet in a moment. 🙂
Great snippets, Silver!
Here’s one from Wrongful Termination: Time seemed to stretch as the fire raged. The dawn broke in brilliant reds and then was smudged away by the bleary gray. Soon the sky shook thick, white flakes over the onlookers. Before long, Dennis found himself shaking his head to dislodge an avalanche from his hair—which slid right down his back and melted. Shivering at his post, he thought he caught a glimpse of Jillian standing across the street, but then the white swirled and she disappeared.
Still ❤ this book, B.E.! I remember that scene very well.
B.E. that is awesome!!!
Thanks, Silver! And thanks, Kimber!