She was prickly all the way to her luscious core, spurning every effort on his part to develop a rudimentary standard of civility. Something about her had instantly put him on edge, made him feel anxious, and inclined to strike out.Įven though that feeling persisted, he had attempted to make amends so that they could work together amicably, but his attempts at accord had failed. He admitted that he had provoked her on their first meeting, for reasons that were a mystery to him. When Heaven was present, her moods ran the range of a shallow bell curve from disagreeable to surly to sullen. He worked from early in the morning till late at night, challenging both the hours in the day and the fact that he was one excruciatingly short-handed task, force leader. The large work space, intended for several people, held two people most of the time. If he was to be brutally honest with himself, he would have to admit that one of the main reasons for the slow progress was his distraction with his appointed assistant. Everyone except Heaven – who had turned out to be anything but.
Everyone who had originally been assigned to work with Baka was gone: married, retired, whatever. But, his awareness of the enormity of the burden he had accepted had grown over the past months and he had turned to brooding about the time that was passing.Įvery day that nothing was accomplished was a day when more people had their humanity taken from them, another day when vampire remained imprisoned in bodies infected with the foulest disease imaginable, and, also, another day when people died. Everything he had ever pursued in earnest, from painting to music to writing, had depended upon patience. He had never considered himself to be impatient. Though, lately it seemed gravity was winning. Without the distraction of his friends’ banter, since his proposed staff had left Edinburgh, he had begun to see his task not just as a job, but as a mission, one immersed in the duality of joy and gravity. When the initial rush of activity subsided, he had found himself all too often alone with his own thoughts a condition that was tediously familiar since he had spent hundreds of years that way. Very helpful.īLACK SWAN FIELD TRAINING MANUAL Section I: Chapter 1, #1 And thank you very much for sending me a scratching-your-head moment. Just in case you and others got a copy that didn’t include it, here it is. Excerpt #1 is the first chapter which was published at the end of The Witch’s Dream.
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