The Meme of Sevens

[mistymassey]

Post your work in progress, page 77 or page 7, lines 7-14, no cheating.

Yeah, okay, I can play, too. This is from my current WIP, There Was A Crooked Man:

“Casse-moi,” he growled. “I should have been gone by now.” He poked his fingers against his belly, trying to determine how badly he'd been hurt. He'd been shot before, enough times to know how it should feel if the wound was healing. The skin was tight, but no pain. Half a day wasn't long enough for a normal man to have healed this fast. He hadn't been a normal man in fifteen years, but the strangeness about himself struck him as odd, even now.

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[dch4.livejournal.com]

I really need to get back to work on this, in a major way. Although there are parts of this make my cringe reading now, especially overuse of specific words:

Once that information is received, we shall take what actions are necessary to preserve the order of the Empire, no?”
The red armored man nodded, knowing that no verbal answer was required. Seeing the response, Kostan nodded to him, shifting his weight and standing.
“That will be all for now. Be welcome back to Kostanin and enjoy at least a few hours of relaxation. When I have further word, I will send someone to bring you to me.”
Mikal nodded again and stepped back, shifting to the penultimate tier of the dais, shifting to the side with his head inclined as the Emperor walked down the dais, trailed by the green armored form of Rafil. As he passed the first set of pillars, the dark clothed form of Auril fell in their wake like a sentient shadow to follow them from the room.
The clash of an armored hand on his shoulder broke Mikal from his trance-like contemplation of what Kostan had mentioned, almost in passing.

[beth-bernobich.livejournal.com]

Oooo, very intriguing.

From the chapter entitled 'Aboard the Hysterical Blindness'

[johncwright.livejournal.com]

With a slither of steel, Del Azarchel drew his sword. The words Ultima Ratio Regum were written on the blade, along with the emblem of a horned circle of olive leaves surmounting a cross: the royal insignia of the Hermetic Order. At the same moment, Montrose raised his glass pistols.
The Chimerae, moving with one accord, a blur of lizardlike speed, darted in front of Isonadey, trying to block Montrose's line of fire. Del Azarchel had the tip of his sword at Isonadey's throat before the Chimerae could interpose himself.
Del Azarchel said, "The laws make an exception when imperial blood is concerned."