Lucky 7 Meme

OK, so I'll admit it, I had been putting this off, so no more...here goes.
While I was away at Camp Nano (which I have yet to catch up on all that piled up during my experience), Emaginette was kind enough (cough) to tag me with this.

I think I am gong to try something different with the tagging of this activity. IF this is something you'd like to participate in, then say so in the comment box, only 7 takers allowed, so come on, step up!

Lucky 7 Meme

Lucky 7 Meme Rules:

1. Go to page 77 of your current manuscript.
2. Go to line 7.
3. Copy the next 7 lines (sentences or paragraphs) and post them as they’re written. No cheating!
4. Invite 7 blogers to TAG themselves, rather then the old "Tag 7 other writers to pass this meme on to''.

Since this is only the first draft, the final result may be very different...

Excerpt from Amethyst Eyes (the sequel)

His father a forced smile, but thankfully Tommy felt him draw on the offered energy. Reaching shakily for his cup, the commander downed its contents, set the cup back down on the solid wood table and dropped his head into his hands.

Clenching his jaw, Tommy observed his father. A series of images flashed through his mind and he gasped, feeling his blood turn to ice. “So it’s true,” he said, not needing confirmation. “They are back.”

His father looked up and furrowed his brows as he studied Tommy. “What did you see?” The question came from the commander in him, all business with no room for negotiation.

Tommy hesitated. “I saw the Binari, with another victim...” his voice trailed off. He suppressed a shudder. “How is that possible?” He still had the occasional nightmare about the Binari and his narrow escape from death, about his father’s slow recovery and the feelings of helplessness.

His father’s eyes were sharp as he watched his son. “How could you see those images? I had closed the link.” He pressed his lips together. “Perhaps not soon enough...”

“They just popped into my head, but there are already rumorscirculating throughout the ship,” Tommy said truthfully. The only time he had ever ‘seen’anything was through the link when his father had granted him access, so how come he had not only seen, but felt these horrible images? He wondered just how injured his father was for his control of the link to be compromised…

“I had not planned on sharing that information with you just yet,” his father cut into his thoughts, passing a hand across his chin. He drew in a long breath and Tommy watched the transformation that came over his father as the Farou tonic kicked in.

And while I'm at it...here's an excerpt from a MS completes this past winter. Sci-fi adventure where 3 teens (with three little ones in tow) have to band together to survive in the mountains of Montana.15 yr old Aleksei has just found an injured Mitch, after he'd gone missing from their shelter.

“Not that,” Mitch said. “It’s too bright and you’ll wake the others.”

I passed a hand through my hair but nodded in agreement. Instead, I threw more wood onto the fire and let the flames light the room as I gently peeled his blood soaked shirt from his chest. My stomach lurched as I saw the extent of the damage. “What happened?” I felt my eyes widen, betraying my shock. My stomach turned as the smell of blood assaulted my nose.

“I fell on something in the woods, but I don’t know what.” He winced, biting back a yelp.

“Sorry.” I grimaced, feeling for him. I really wasn’t cut out for this stuff. Mom, help me if you can…

“How bad is it?” he asked through clenched teeth.

“You’ve got debris in the wound that has to be removed.” I glanced at him, to see if I was hurting him as I gently pulled the tattered shirt fragments from his abdomen. “Hold on.” I went to get the first aid kit and put on a pair of gloves. I used tweezers to remove pieces of wood or dirt from the wound below his rib cage. I wondered if there were any internal injuries.

Mitch began to shiver uncontrollably. He was probably going into shock, crap. “Hang in there.” I put a hand on his shoulder. “I’m going to get you a blanket.” I hurried back for a thick polar fleece blanket and draped it over him. His eyes rolled back and his head fell off to the side. My blood went cold. Reaching for his neck I felt for a pulse. Weak and thready, but he was still alive. I grabbed another cover and elevated his feet, then went to wake up Krisz.

OK, so , come on, step up and tag yourselves.
Let's see how it goes :o)