Dancing the Warrior, Pt. I

By sheer force of will, Sen forced herself upright. She hadn't won; that much was clear. If that had been the Grandmaster's test, then she'd failed, and this had all been a waste of everybody's time. She couldn't look at Kerestel, at Criel, at anything other than the Grandmaster's feet. The silence stretched out, harpstring-tight. And then he spoke, his mild voice betraying nothing more than it had before.

Her clothing hid the rest of the bruises, though, and Sen was determined not to let any pain show.
The Fairy Gaol

I do not want his scrutiny now, with the cool blade of the dagger pressing against my thigh. On the nearest dance path, a woman laughs as a fat prince covers her ears and throat with wet kisses. I feign interest as he spins her across the path, through the starlight that pours into the atrium. Unbidden, I picture our last dance together, on a night so similar and so different.

I will fashion a dagger worthy of his jeweled throat.
Marie Brennan on Writing “Dancing the Warrior”

Marie Brennan explains the writing of her novella "Dancing the Warrior" in BCS #66-#67, which is a prequel to her novels Warrior and Witch, set in the same world and featuring several of the same characters, including Mirage, Eclipse, and Jaguar.

Marie Brennan on writing "Dancing the Warrior."
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