This is a snippet from No Man’s Sky, the second in my current WIP series. Arran’s just tried to reach into a black pool, which turned out to be made of acid. His travelling companion isn’t best pleased... I’m not technically writing this yet, but this scene came to me and I needed it out of my head!
Arran examined his ruined hand, poking at the stump. It was sore, but at least the acid had seared the flesh and effectively cauterized it. It looked odd. The skin just sort of ended in a red, burned line and then nothing. He wondered what to do with it, and settled for wrapping it in his jacket sleeve.
“Well, we’re going to the market anyway,” Maria said, annoyed. “You can buy yourself a new one.”
“How do I pay for anything? I don’t have money!”
“You could sell something. Your winning smile? Your wonderful personality?”
“All right, you don’t have to be sarcastic.”
The woman walking next to him gave him a genuinely amused smile as he caught up. “You could sell your arrogance, maybe? Your asshole nature? That’d definitely help.”
“I need those.”
“Trust me, you don’t.” She stretched, cracking joints that had stiffened during their break. “How about lies? You probably have enough of those.”
“What sort of lies?”
She gave him a sideways glance. “The Fae can’t lie. They’ll pay handsomely for someone else’s.”
“What would I sell my ‘asshole nature’ for, then?”
The beautiful young witch smiled. “How do you think we make curses?”