Here We Go Again

He doesn’t want the answer exactly, but not asking would be worse. “What kind of damage?”

“I might have had to blast a small hole in the back wall,” she says. “By the kitchen.”

“You blew up her house?”

Her face slides into a pout. “There’s no need to be so dramatic about it, I said it was small. I even stayed away from the plumbing.”



It's at 61k words, and I can see the end coming! Everything's fully structured out, I just need to write the last few chapters.

Now that I'm done with editing and posting fics, I can go back to writing new ones! I've given up on calling this Six Sentence Sunday, since they never are, and I'm back with the Hannibal Murder Family WIP once more:


“Is Abigail still asleep?” Will asks from behind him.

“It seems likely.” He had heard nothing from her room when he passed.

“When I was her age, I could stay in bed for twelve hours straight after I missed a night’s sleep.”

“Indeed. As a student in France, I did so more often than was advisable.”

“I believe you still do,” Will says, and the familiar dry humour has crept back into his voice. “Far more often than most professionals your age.”

Affection curves Hannibal’s lips into a smile as he pours coffee into his mug. “The ability to remain awake and preserve concentration through long and hectic nights is a desirable skill in an emergency room surgeon,” he says, and turns back to face Will. “It’s one I chose to maintain after I changed my practice to psychiatry.”

“Useful for intercontinental travel, among other things.”

“Among other things,” Hannibal agrees, and his amusement survives the need to add sugar to his cup from a crumpled paper packet.