Here is an excerpt from the book I'm currently writing.
The first hand moved the knight two squares down, one to the right, and swept the queen from the board between its index and ring fingers. The queen was placed to the side of the mahogany board, and the boy smiled at his opponent.
They often say that the first person to lose the queen will lose the game.
His opponent, equally young but much more serious, frowned. Who are they? he asked solemnly, shifting his bishop to the end of the board, taking the offending knight and placing the king in check. And how do they know the outcome?
The first boy laughed, brushing hair so pale it appeared white from his brow. They are the best players of the games, the grand-masters. I think theyd know, wouldnt you? Saying this, he moved the king a square to his left, out of check, and looked across the board. Why not accept that I win this time?
The serious boy frowned again. Why always listen to the people before, just because they say this is the way it should be? Maybe this time it will be different. Focusing on the remaining queen with stern eyes, he spoke again. You have the strongest piece on the board still
but you werent watching everything, and now I have another queen. The boy took a pawn off the board, and replaced it with his lost queen. Now things are uncertain again, and the game could go either way. What do the grand-masters say about that?
The first boy frowned for the first time, taking in this new development. Now? Were back where we were before and we dont know who the winner will be. Couldnt you just accept defeat?
You know I cant. I like the game, and I want it to keep going. Look at the board. Were completely balanced. This is where it is the most fun. He smiled at his brother. Dont you think so?
His brother smiled back, his eyes dancing behind blonde hair. Of course, and once again well have a stalemate.
It was then that the man walked over, and cupped his hand under the board, hurling it across the room, scattering the pieces to the floor
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