Last night, after spending the entire time I had alotted to revise my manuscript picking out a bit of dialogue, I thought I might as well follow suit and post it to my blog. I realized this is the first sample of my writing I've ever posted. *gulp*
Anyway, with not the slightest hopes of winning, here is my entry:
"We should go right now," Iloria said. "Maybe we can catch Garett at the crossroads." She stood. "Come on."
Filled with self-loathing, Tristan shook his head.
"I’m not going."
She frowned. "What?"
"We have to bring him back, Iloria. We have to."
"I know . . . so, we’ll go and—"
She stared at him, confused, and yet aware of the tone in his voice.
"What are you saying, Tristan?"
"We’ve fallen behind. We still have to get to Woodmere in three days."
Tristan couldn’t look at her as he spoke "You are going to get him."
"There is an outpost a mile from here. We’ll pay for an escort to—"
"That’s not what I meant."
Tristan sighed. "It’s the only way."
"No. It’s not. We could go together."
"That would only make things worse. He has to have a reason to come back. It has to be just you."
Iloria’s breath was tight. "What do you mean, reason?"
"I don’t," she snapped. "Tell me what you meant."
Tristan pushed his fingers into his temples, trying to somehow shut out the pain that coiling was inside him.
"Don’t make me say it."
"You know why."
"Say it." Her eyes were fierce, but glistening with tears.
Tristan looked away.
"Iloria, the only reason he was willing to be a part of this in he first place was you. And . . . if he has you again, maybe he’ll come back."