LOOK!

I'm stealing my title from Jessa Russo today. It's only fair since she tagged me for this fun little exercise! Here are the rules:

If you are tagged, do a search for the word "look" in your work in progress. Copy that paragraph, along with surrounding paragraphs, to your blog, to keep the game afloat. Don't forget to tag others.

And so there it is!  I'm throwing out a little snippet from the novel I'm just about to start revisions on, tentatively called Devil May Care. Please be kind, and remember I haven't actually edited this yet! :)

"She rode over to me and leaped off her horse. When she introduced herself as Jezibaba, I almost believed she was the Jezibaba."

"So you're familiar with the local folklore, then?" I asked, grinning at him. I was pretty sure that Dr. Templeton, a man of science, wouldn't really believe in witches. Then again, he's devoted his life to the study of shifters, and we've never really been mainstream. He does have degrees in anthropology and archeology, though. I guess Jezibaba legends would have to fall in there somewhere.

He shook his head and smiled. "I know all the Baba Yaga stories, and she's always described as an old crone. This woman is probably in her early thirties. You'll see for yourself tomorrow. She's coming into the city to meet with the two of you."

"Did she tell you why she's so determined to meet us?" Mal asked.

"She said she has information you need to hear before time runs out," he replied, glancing around the nearly empty restaurant and then leaning in so the few other patrons wouldn't hear him. "She said it had to do with a spell of binding that was unraveling. She said you'd know what that meant, but she refused to say anything more to me. The way she said it, though; it seemed urgent to get you here. I hope I did the right thing." He seemed a little unsure of himself. I thought his sudden attack of nerves might be due to the look of bewilderment on my face.

"A spell of binding?" I asked. I had no idea what that meant, let alone what it had to do with me.

He shrugged. He didn't have a clue what it meant, either. "Like I said, she refused to tell me any more, other than it was urgent, and I quote, 'More than the fate of the dragons' was at stake. That sounded dire enough to me, since dragons didn't fare particularly well throughout their history."

I sat staring slack-jawed at Ron for a minute, but luckily he was distracted by the arrival of our food and didn't notice my impersonation of a landed fish. Mal kicked me under the table and I closed my mouth.

So there you have it.

As for tags, the following writers, get ready to run with it:

Aaand, I'm sort of lost at this point. I'm slow on the uptake, and I'm always shy with invites. *blushing, staring at ground, and running my toes through the dirt absently*

If you want to participate, leave a note in the comments so I can go read your LOOK! I might have a hard time asking for a peek, but if you put it out there, I'll look. ;-)