[This message has been edited by dienstag (edited October 05, 2007).]
[This message has been edited by Kathleen Dalton Woodbury (edited October 07, 2007).]
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Adler swept his wet hair out of his face to better see his target.
"So that’s D, huh?" he thought. All the stories he had heard about the assassin rushed though his head as well as his numerous nicknames. "Dagger D? Dauntless D? Deadly D? Deranged D? Devilish D? Dour D?" ***He laughed inside and wondered why he had been afraid. "More like dainty D."
The man he was watching looked odd but not the least bit dangerous. He was perched on a log by a fire, a book in one hand and piece of fruit in the other. His trademark bandana that usually covered his white eye was pulled back, obviously for reading purposes. Pointed teeth pierced the pomegranate, and he licked the running red off his lower lip as he turned the page. The beating rain seemed not to trouble the assassin in the least.
First off, this did hook me, but toward the ending:
Right here (***) is where the interest picks up for me. The proverbial 'ears pricked up' moment happened right there. I think the idea of this fellow with a white eye, pointy teeth, and a pomegranate and a book in the rain is just such an interesting mix of symbolic elements I couldn't help but find myself interested.
The very first sentence, if I understand right, is there to establish the rain because the guy's hair is wet. But I assumed, as a reader, that it was wet for some other reason, so the rain surprised me later on.
The rain doesn't bother our Dainty D - but what about that book he's reading?
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Adler swept his wet hair out of his face to better see his target.
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"So that’s D, huh?" he thought. All the stories he had heard about the assassin rushed though his head as well as his numerous nicknames. "Dagger D? Dauntless D? Deadly D? Deranged D? Devilish D? Dour D?" He laughed inside and wondered why he had been afraid. "More like dainty D."
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The man he was watching looked odd but not the least bit dangerous. He was perched on a log by a fire, a book in one hand and piece of fruit in the other. His trademark bandana that usually covered his white eye was pulled back, obviously for reading purposes. Pointed teeth pierced the pomegranate, and he licked the running red off his lower lip as he turned the page. The beating rain seemed not to trouble the assassin in the least.
Here is my quick edit
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Adler swept his wet hair out of his face to better see his prey.
So that’s D, he thought. The stories he had heard about the assassin rushed though his head as well as his numerous nicknames. Dagger D, Dauntless D, Deadly D... He laughed inside and wondered why he had been afraid. More like dainty D.
Adler sized up the man. D was perched on a log by a fire, a book in one hand and piece of fruit in the other. His trademark bandana, that usually covered his white eye, was pulled back. Pointed teeth pierced the pomegranate, and he licked the running red off his lower lip. He continued to read, un-fazed by the rain.
[This message has been edited by hteadx (edited October 07, 2007).]
On the nicknames, I'm listing so many as to show the different "versions" of D that come out of embellishment.
The issue of the rain is actually addressed in the very next sentence.
If anyone is willing to read more, let me know.