Had to add about a thousand new words to Frozen Dreams today. I am really, really trying to avoid the entire “And put something here” thing that I have seen other writers refer to. But dear Lord but I understand the temptation, there.
Snippet:
Carlos was getting a little old in the tooth for late-night magic carpet races, even if the machismo of them was so strong you could see pieces of it collecting on the carpets’ fringe. I knew him from a few years ago, when one Case had his brother about to take the fall for an alley murder he didn’t do. Thanks to me finding the real killer, Carlos turned out to be happy to oblige when I needed a line on things like the carpet races.
Come to think of it, there were a lot of kids from the upper classes here, and working on the carpets. Not that any of them were doing magic, of course. Oh, no, not at all. They were just replacing runes in sockets, touching up the designs painted on the carpets, and praying really hard for specific advantages in the upcoming races. Nothing magical there. Fer sure, as my primitive ancestors might say.