Now that the official Six Sentence Sunday is over, I’ve decided to continue on my own, or until I find a group resuming it. I’m starting with the opening sentences of my debut book, Highland Healer.
Enjoy my first solo Six Sentence Sunday!
They brought the man into the tent on a makeshift stretcher, bound and unconscious. A hunting plaid of muted earth tones draped over his broad chest and across one muscular shoulder, where it fastened to his tunic with a simple brass pin. Quartz crystals decorated the open ends of a braided gold torc at his throat. That fact alone, that jewelry remained on his person, told Aileana that he was being accorded special treatment, not robbed like the common soldiers fallen on the field of battle. He would be a warrior, probably a laird, of the clan that Colbridge fought today.