Well, ripped a tendon in my hand, home for awhile- bad thing is, can't type...
Excerpt "A death of Oxen.
Prologue
The winds howled so loud above the fieldstone wall that the two people gathered in the total darkness had to shout to hear each other over it, fight to catch their breath. It was loud enough that it hurt the ears, and cold with a chill that the storm had whipped up from the deeps of the ocean, no one, not man nor beast of burden, would be out on a night like this without pressing need. Not in... Show more
Does anyone spell out You, your, you are, you're anymore? I hate U, ur, ur, and ur....
Lol:) I second that:) it is just so confusing when they use that....
Well at least you can count me out of that list as I prefer better usage of English than that:)
So, it's time to make a decision. I think I'll give Bookrix about one month to get the site... under control. If that doesn't happen, well, I guess I'll meander on.
Sorry but I don't think they will have control on this site, the "mess" is happening here for a long time, and you of all people should know that.
As I've told you, it's a simple matter of putting one of their staff to monitor the stuff being putout for public view. giving a warning, then banning the people and IP addresses of anyone not behaving. If they don't, they don't. Already discussing my books with other publishers sooooo...
Soooo, you'll quit BookRix?
I'm a Taurus, a Bull, yes, if I decide to go elsewhere, I'll quit Bookrix.
That would be very sad thing if you Quit, because you're a real writer, and we need senior writers like you here, who can teach writing to the young writers....
Looking at some of the mails I get and some of the posts that I can access over on the "Community" board- why do I have to rate some of my books "Adult"? These children speak worse than any of my characters ever did.
Well sorry if I gave you the wrong intentions.
You didn't, sometimes a discussion is just a discussion.
Okay then
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There was no moon under those clouds and no other light anywhere near, it was dark as pitch, he struggled to see her face not three feet before him. The Brothers from the newly built temple to the hated Christ had simply taken the old tower that their ancestors had... Show more
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There was no moon under those clouds and no other light anywhere near, it was dark as pitch, he struggled to see her face not three feet before him. The Brothers from the newly built temple to the hated Christ had simply taken the old tower that their ancestors had built to guide the fishing boats home on nights like these. They’d taken it and consecrated it to their god without so much as a thank you or a by your leave, not everyone was ready to accept their dominion or the high handed ways the Church went about getting whatever it wanted.
The wind and the anger that the man was throwing at her had barely let her breathe at all and she felt suffocated. The look on his face changed, becoming darker once he heard that and Silke’s blue eyes went wide, he was scaring her now. “That’s your opinion and I know why you hold it, I’ll not change it now, nor will I try.” She looked him full in the face, reaching out to run a soft hand across his locked jaw, feeling the still new beard, he was proud of that, proud of the signs of being a full grown man. “My father has agreed, and the priests as well, I cannot change it now.” Silke held that look for a long moment, searching for some spark of understanding in this man whom she knew of as a good man, not finding it, she let her hand fall sadly to her side. “And I wouldn’t if I could, I’ll be getting on home-.” He slapped her then, slapped her so hard that she fell to her knees before the wall, scraping them terribly on the hard ground. She was already sobbing as his weight fell over her, he was screaming and raging above her back as his hands tore at her dress. “Traitor, Silke, your God won’t have you if you’re not a virgin-!” She could hear him above the winds, but only barely as her thick jacket was forced up over her head. Everything moved so quickly that Silke was stunned by it all and unable to fight as her arms were pinned to her sides, her skirt ripped up until she was exposed to the man turned beast behind her. She was unable to push up, could not get him off her no matter how she fought and squirmed. She only began screaming as he took her virginity, she moaned and pleaded with him to stop, then screamed when he did not; desperate screams that went unheard as the winds howled over the tower of the Oxen. The Christian church that had been built onto the ancient tower slumbered peacefully as a violent wind covered the sounds of Silke Petters as she was forced to become a woman.
She screamed as long as she could. Her assailant was a heavy man and in the dark of a moonless night, in the sudden violent moves of a lover scorned, no one had seen the half round edge of an ocean smoothed stone that shoved up from the hard earth. Silke fought desperately as his weight bucked and pressed against her, her screams became whispers as the stone pressed into her soft throat until silence replaced the screaming and crying. Those good men of God slept in easy security, shut away from the storm unknowing as strong hands shook the young woman’s body, trying to move her, to reawaken her chilling body now that rage and lust was spent.
They slept on as the owner of those fingers reared back in fear and shamed horror. Silke Pedders was dead, what he had meant to make his, to take as his own property by the oldest rite of all, he had killed. The weak morning sun would rise to find the body of Silke Pedders wet, rain washed, innocent in her last moments, hunched before the wall as though she were praying to some God of the sea.