CK: Hey! You with the bad hair day — I’ve been trying to talk to you!
Me: Been busy.
CK: Too busy to give me a name? What the hell is this CK you insist on calling me? Do I look like I make purses?
Me: It’s short for Cursed Knight.
CK: I’m not a knight, woman. I’m a warrior.
Me: *shrug* You’ve evolved since I slapped a working title up there.
CK: So when you might be free long enough to give me a proper name?
Me: When I figure out what kind of warrior you are.
CK: What kind of warrior? Fierce. Loyal. Feared by —
Me: I meant like Saxon or Scottish or French —
CK: French? Are you mad, woman?
Me: Quite. Why don’t you tell me, then?
CK: I won’t tell you until you give me a name.
Me: I can’t give you a name until you tell me!
Heroine: *runs off with a vampire*
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Scottish? Are you mad woman?
ggg
I like this guy already. And this is quite spooky. I haven’t had one of my long-running daydreams since I started writing seriously, but I’ve found myself immersed in one for the last two weeks – a timeslip (I NEVER ‘dream’ timeslips) with a bronze age warrior….
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PS – I think I may be obsessively stalking your blog. So sorry.
It’s… comforting.
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Ooooh! *slurps Anna’s Warrior* Bronze Age sounds wicked awesome! And i bet you’d kick ass with the feel of that time period. :thumb: Go for it, hon!
You’re not stalking, you’re visiting. :kiss:
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oooh, I want you BOTH to hurry up and write yummy warriors or knights or whatever you wanna call em. *slurp*
:dance:
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I should be :type: but now I want to run off with a vampire!
Time for more :coffee:.
Bring on the warriors! They sound yummy. :thumb:
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Since I have French and Scottish knights in my one of my NiPs, make him a Saxon. Less competition that way. :rofl:
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:lmao:, Gabriele!
Unfortunately, (and don’t tell Anna or MÃ ili) He insists the oath was made at Falkirk.
I guess I’ll get to explore what he wore under his kilt. :eyebrow:
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Ye ken the Scottish reply to that question? Gimme yer hand, lass, and I’ll show ye. :lmao:
Now I’m really curious about the book. Mediaeval knights, Falkirk, and maybe a vampire – sound intriguing.
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You better hurry it up and name the poor bastard or the vamp will have made off with said heroine’s maidenhead and ye olde knight will be mightily pissy. And horny. And heroine-less.
:whip:
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Well, she can send him on a trip to the Holy Land and further to the Assassines, where he can at least get heroin. :devil: