Lucy grabbed the nearest tree limb, a branch of young alder loaded with catkins. “Hell’s teeth!” she snarled as her boot squelched in loamy soil. She understood why men engaged in it when their other amusements failed. The squirrel skittered into a tree.Ĭursing was rather fun, Lucy decided. The squirrel blinked one beady eye, wholly unimpressed. “Blast!” She hurled the curse at a nearby squirrel, screwing her features into a melodramatic scowl. As she went, she tried on the gentlemen’s oaths for size, the way another girl might try on her mother’s jewels. The men resumed their tramping, and Lucy followed, making a game of leaping from one giant bootprint to the next. At this rate, a bird was more likely to choke on a cloud of gunpowder than be hit by a musket ball. If curses could kill a partridge, Waltham Woods would be littered with felled game. She removed them in time to catch an earful of blasphemy. The four men were raising such a racket, a wild boar could have crashed through the woods unnoticed, let alone a reed-thin scrap of a girl.Īnother shot boomed through the woods, and Lucy clapped her hands over her ears. Lucy soon realized attempts at stealth were pointless. She threaded through the trees, taking care to muffle her steps as dry leaves crunched underfoot. She had begun by stalking her quarry surreptitiously – her brother, Henry, and his party of would-be huntsmen. There was the small matter of surviving to see her twelfth birthday first. On the fine autumn afternoon he nearly shot her head off, Lucy Waltham decided she would marry Sir Toby Aldridge. I thought I’d post it just for fun, in case anyone’s curious how Lucy and Jeremy’s first meeting went. It didn’t belong in the final book, but writing the scene helped me work out the characters’ shared history. This was definitely the case with the prologue I originally wrote for Goddess of the Hunt. In most cases, those scenes helped me work out something important about the characters or story. That doesn’t mean writing those scenes was a waste of time. Deleted Prologue from Goddess of the Huntįor each of my books, I’ve written scenes that (very rightly) never made it to the final draft.
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