Memoirs of a Morag Tong Assassin - Solstheim, Chapter One: Pure as Undriven Snow. Options

[Black Hand]

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[mALX]

She was playing with the flame of a candle on her fingertip. Her idle expression gave no evidence of pain if there were any, as she held it there for moment, only to return it a few seconds later.

"My business here is finished. I take it you have no objections to leaving?" I asked in a slight mock tone.

"None." She said in her bored trance and fluidly got up from her chair.

"So...what happened?" She asked, clearly expecting me to be the one to lift her from her boredom.

I had to quote this section for your stunning ability to evoke absolute imagery of the character's emotions and mood so clearly and concisely with barely a sentence. Awesome Write throughout, but I was floored by your manipulation of this scene in particular - pure magic !!

For the same reason, this line bears quoting again as well :

The wall directly next to the door still had the stain of Cyrodiilic Brandy trickling down after a bottle was thrown against it. A mark that I would never clean, as it was in and of itself related to the reason why I was now leaving. A heated argument that I could not win; and it wasn't over as she said. It would never be over.

That did not mean I had too be present for it.

Awesome Write !!

This post has been edited by mALX: Jan 10 2012, 01:14 AM