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Blame It On Heidi!

Stolen from Heidi Ruby Miller's blog.

Here are the rules:-
1. Go to page 77 of your current ms.
2. Go to sentence 7.
3. Copy and post the next 7 sentences as they’re written. No cheating.
4. Tag 7 other victims, er, authors.
Heidi didn't tag me, but I'll join in anyway.  I'm that kinda gal.

So, here's the prescribed extract from Fabian, which I'm currently writing the first draft of:-

Rowan turned in his chair to face him.  "As sure as I can be.  The order's historical names were used in conjunction with the fact that we don't use any name at all right now.  Some of our personal first names were used, but no surnames.  A rough indication of this location was given.  It wasn't quite 'X marks the spot' but if a person knew this area well they could probably work it out."

"Have you told the boss?"

There, that's your lot.  I won't tag seven people specifically; you can decide for yourselves if you wish to join in.  I'm that kinda gal, too.

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Heidi Ruby Miller said…
Nice! Yours was full of intrigue. These have been fun!!
16 March 2012 at 12:28
Adele Cosgrove-Bray said…
You're welcome, Heidi. :)
18 March 2012 at 09:47
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