My partner says that the names I make up are too ridiculous. He pointed out that one sounded like a verb + post-positive adjective combo or an onomatopoeia.
Mortimer was the last to arrive. Emron nodded at the man who walked beside
Mortimer, pointing him out to Sasha. He
was a few years older than Mortimer, and rounder too, with blond hair and
green-grey eyes. “Squalt Chomondeley, Marquis
of Glous, one of your prince’s chief advisors.” He could see Sasha about to
protest the possessive pronoun he had deliberately used when referring to
Mortimer. Before she could snap back, he
added, “did you notice how the marquis’ name sounds like a hamster being run
over?”
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