The giant sighed, its huge voice slightly muffled. “You don’t get tired easy, do you?”
“Well, I’m really tired of you ignoring me, but otherwise, I could do this all day!” Bowman snapped.
Tag: wood sprite
Bowman Lost Excerpt
Bowman heard the sounds of things clattering together, but they didn’t sound like anything he recognized. Finally, after an age, the hand opened and allowed the sunlight to fall on Bowman and the breeze to cool him after his long time stuck.
There was a knife in the giant’s other hand.
Bowman released a cry of horror and moved to roll himself over on the hand, give himself a chance to crawl away and escape.
April 18th excerpt:
Later on, Bowman had to dodge a surprise projectile, a small ball of paper crumpled up and flicked at him by Dean, seeking a momentary reprieve from the constant tedium of research. Bowman, naturally, was easily riled up by this action and retaliated by retrieving the paper and lobbing it right back at the human, much to Jacob’s entertainment.
Sam rolled his eyes as Dean, a mischievous glint in his eyes, snatched the paper right out of the air, snapping it back at Bowman before the sprite had time to recover from his own throw. Bowman lucked out this time, the shot going wide and missing by a good few inches.
April 15th excerpt:
He looked over and saw that Bowman was smiling faintly at him. “Oh, what? You’re just jealous you don’t have a portable Jacob to carry around,” he quipped, earning a tired snicker from the sprite.
“Oh, it’s really too bad we can’t make your picture. Rischa would just shriek if she saw this,” Bowman teased.
April 13th excerpt:
Jacob was treated to a brief glimpse of the way Bowman saw the world. With the small town arrayed around them and the painted horizon circling them, it almost didn’t matter that the ground was so far away. Jacob knew that if he had wings of his own, even that detail wouldn’t faze him. Bowman belonged in the air, his vibrant green wings glistening in the sunlight that fed him more energy to keep right on flying. His heartbeat continued in its relieved, elated rhythm.
April 10th excerpt:
“Great,” Dean hissed. He wasted no time scooping Bowman up into his grasp as the explanation sank in. He held the sprite close to his chest, keeping him hidden under the jacket while he scanned their surroundings with paranoid eyes to make sure Bowman’s clumsy, worried entrance had gone unnoticed. None of them could afford him being spotted when everything else was already going wrong.
April 9th excerpt:
A wood sprite’s eyes were nowhere near as good as a hawks, but Bowman’s bright green eyes were keen as they scanned the next section of the enormous, boxy archive. The many unfamiliar things he could see from his high perch threatened to overwhelm his vision.
He crouched low to avoid being seen, his every nerve on edge at the thought of a massive, unknown human looking up and catching sight of him. He trusted Dean, and he trusted Jacob, but no other giant had earned that trust so far.
March 27th excerpt:
“Maybe if you get some coffee you’ll start waking up with the dawn. You might be able to keep up with me then.” He gave Bowman a grin.
Bowman sent Sam a sharp look then, his wings actually bristling at the challenge. “Keep up with you?” he echoed, sounding like he really didn’t believe what he heard. Then again, as someone who prided himself on being the fastest and most skilled flyer in his village, he might actually not believe it. “I’ll race circles around you,” he asserted with pride, though he grinned good-naturedly.
Jacob rolled his eyes. “Not in the mornings you won’t,” he retorted.
March 26th excerpt:
Sam turned his attention to the relaxed sprite too, giving a partial smile at the sleepy demeanor. “So, still not a morning person?” Sam asked as brightly as he could fake, knowing that a happy-go-lucky attitude like that could piss off anyone that wasn’t a morning person. Needling Bowman would be a good distraction.
Bowman turned a tired, exasperated gaze in Sam’s direction. A bright tone like that was just too much. It shouldn’t be possible, this soon after waking, for him to even hear such nonsense. “No,” he answered simply, letting the blunt word carry sass with it rather than crafting more of an answer. It was too early for it.
March 12th excerpt:
Sam settled into the crook of his neck for stability as he started walking, heading carefully out of the village. Bowman swooped ahead of the hunter, waiting as Dean grabbed his duffel bag from the ground. It hadn’t been any use so far, but he could never be too prepared in his line of work. He’d learned to keep whatever weapons he could on hand, especially when he had no idea what they might be facing.
Brothers Apart 