WIP Game Rules: Go to page 7 of your WIP, count down 7 lines, share 7 sentences, and then tag 7 other writers.
So here’s a bit from the current chapter of Anabasis, some of which people have already seen the notes for. By a bizarre coincidence, that scene ended up on page 7, so here it is in it’s final form.
(Also, I’m doing a little more than 7 lines because it doesn’t make sense otherwise. The actual seven lines start about half-way down.)
Obi-Wan frowned, but it was Anakin who answered. “Someone
offered Boba Fett one million credits to kill you,” he said. “Which is
ridiculous. He should have charged at least three million.”
Padmé could only shake her head. She knew him well enough to
know that was his idea of a compliment. She also knew it was sincerely meant,
which really only made it worse. It was probably best to just ignore it.
“Oh?” said Obi-Wan. He sounded caught somewhere between
annoyance and a morbid curiosity. “And how much are you worth, then?”
Padmé watched Anakin open his mouth to answer, and then
close it again. Something old and sharp-edged appeared in his eyes, glinting
like the stroke of a knife.
“Fifteen thousand Republic credits, roughly,” he said. There
was no inflection at all in his voice. “I know it seems like a lot, but I’m a
good mechanic, so that makes me more valuable.”