#WeWriWa Cargon: Honor and Privilege #fantasy #scifi #postapocalyptic

From the library to her every day/evening. Here's Eve in her element. Thanks for coming around for another week. Don't miss all the great snippets (8-10 sentences) by visiting Weekend Writing Warriors.

She flipped on, stopping at a page on power relics. These were mythical stories about the power of light. Before the fall, more than three hundred years ago, nearly anything could be done with the power and everything required it. No one had managed to recreate the power, and almost all the knowledge of that time had been lost.
Looking at the strange diagrams and trying to intuit their purpose distracted her completely from her fury. When the gong rang, announcing dinner in an hour, Eve carried the book to the sorting table, knowing her duty and happy to do it.
Although the elite would gather in an hour, she had half that to change her uniform and have her hair arranged. The same servants that tended Eve and her fellow servants’ hair, would go into the elite wings to do the same for them.
In the dining room, she was given matching pitchers of red and white wine. While she kept cups full, others would dart in and out to serve full plates and clear away empty ones.

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What if Ground Hog Day included zombies?

Cassandra survived the zombie apocalypse. She and other young survivors band together to search the desolate city for food, lodging, weapons, and hopefully, more survivors.
On one such rescue mission, the zombies get lucky and Cassandra is their victim. Instead of dying, though, Cassandra wakes up in her own past, days before the outbreak of the virus that turned all the adults to mindless monsters.
She has one chance to stop it all. Well, maybe more than one.

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#WeWriWa Cargon: Honor and Privilege #fantasy #scifi #postapocalyptic

It's Sunday again, and that means sharing 8-10 sentences with a group of fantastic authors. Hop over to Weekend Writing Warriors to read them all. Pick up here, Eve is in the Library trying to recover from her confrontation with Louis.

Perhaps there was another option. Turning, she made her way down the aisle full of histories. As a servant, she was taught nothing of the world before her birth or outside the palace. When she’d been sent to attend classes with the children of the elite, she’d learned about all the rulers before Bianca, their current High One. She passed those, however, looking for something older. One of the children had told a story that she hadn’t thought about since she tested its veracity.
Flipping through pages, she read about the ruins and relics recovered along with metal, glass and the strange material that gave off noxious fumes when anyone tried to melt it. They’d found no way to adapt that for their use. There were diagrams of skeletal buildings towering over trees.

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#WeWriWa Cargon: Honor and Privilege #fantasy #scifi #postapocalyptic

In today's snippet, Eve is continuing to use the Library as a place to gather her thoughts and plan future actions. Be sure to read all the snippets from the Weekend Writing Warriors

She stopped among those elite, in front of the large windows that looked out onto the manicured gardens. Another servant pulled weeds, adding them to her basket. Hundreds of servants, easily ten times the number of elite, could be found throughout the palace. The majority didn’t tread in these halls, manning laundries, kitchens, and grounds. Today, Eve envied them.
Inhaling, Eve imagined she was in the garden, breathing the fresh air. From there, her imagination took her away from Fontive’s palace. If she reached the wild lands, Louis would never bother her again. However, life there was difficult, coaxing the land to provide enough food for one’s own family as well as the capitals.

#WeWriWa Cargon: Honor and Privilege #fantasy #scifi #postapocalyptic

Hello readers and Warriors! I have another snippet from Cargon: Honor and Privilege and you can read all the other contributions at Weekend Writing Warriors. I also have a request. I'm looking for other blog hops to join in on, particularly those friendly to younger audiences. If you have any suggestions, please share! Now, returning to Eve...

“I do wish our stations were not so distant." He pulled his arms away and turned from her.
Eve fled to the library, her sanctuary. The rules of their society were clear. If she’d been interested and met him under cover of night, a relationship between one of the elite and a servant might be possible, but she’d never heard of one. She had never returned Louis’ affections and he dared to approach her while she was doing as instructed.
Storming up and down the aisles of books, she knew she had to get a hold on her temper. Her attitude was unbecoming, and although the librarians, as fellow servants, might not be offended, the elite accessing the library certainly would.