Looky me!

Whee! It’s the new craze going round. The “Look” meme. Here’s what it’s all about:

If you are tagged, do a search for the word “look” in your work in progress. Copy that paragraph, along with surrounding paragraphs, to your blog, to keep the game afloat. Don’t forget to tag others.

Well I wasn’t tagged. Laura over at Writing the Bad Things Out of My Head was looking for volunteers. I couldn’t pass it up! Plus, it’s an excuse to show some of Anubis’ Handmaiden (a WiP so WiP that it has a mere 5k on it). And looky here, it comes straight from the prologue.

He opened his mouth to object. Not judge fairly? Countless souls had passed through here and he’d treated them all with the same measure of care. Amisi didn’t require special treatment. His jaw slammed shut. Teeth ground against each other. For him to judge whether she’d continued to Aaru would be giving her special treatment. “Then who has been entrusted with her fate?”

“I have.” Thoth stepped out from the shadows. In his cupped hands sat a small ball of pale blue light. Amisi’s heart. It pulsed as he neared the scales, shining upon the god’s long beak and throbbing in time to a heartbeat that no longer did.

He shook, his hands balling. How he ached to tear that light from the man’s hands. It was placed on the bare plate. The scales wobbled, lifting Ma’at. His chest constricted. My sweet Amisi, forgive me. This shouldn’t have been happening now.

Delicate fingers brushed the curve of his muzzle. “My lord, It pains me to see you so distraught.” She turned his head from the weighing. “Do not look.”

Looking was unnecessary. Already he could hear the eager snuffle of Ammut, could picture the crocodilian snout opening to engulf those who did not follow the way of Ma’at. She’s failed. It was his fault. All of it. I’ve condemned her! And for what? He should’ve predicted his affections would bring only death.

Shaking himself free of her grasp, he took up her hand and held it tight. He had to know. To see.

The scales stood perfectly balanced. Not so much as a hairsbreadth between Amisi’s heart and the measure of truth.

Whoo! There you go. No, I don’t reveal who ‘he’ is during the prologue.
Now because I volunteered. You are welcomed to join in. All I ask is to let me know so I can read it. ^_^