19 March 2010

PS Anyone want a villain?

I'm cutting Sorli from my djinni novella:

A golden haired demon stood in the hallway a few metres in front of them. He could have been Puck, danced out of A Midsummer Night's Dream. He was slim and muscled, fair and fey. He radiated his own light field and a lusty sexiness. Tight fawn trousers were an explicit statement of virility and his white shirt was unbuttoned to reveal his lean, hairless chest.

And with Sorli goes a delicious plot thread of sibling rivalry.

I regret the loss, but the story needs a tighter focus.

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