There's snow outside my window. That means hot cocoa and curling up with three of writing projects while I ponder where the hell 2013 went.
Book Bit #1 (Untitled Pre-dystopian novel)
Had Isaac been born here, London City might seem far less captivating. He could look past the glimmer and easily see the grime.
It was one thing to read about the metropolises of the former United Kingdom, their stunning technologies and how parts of the world changed overnight, leaping decades into the future and far ahead of the isolated wastelands that did little more than connect the cities now. It was entirely something else to live inside one.
Book Bit #2 (Untitled Paranormal series)
Gabriel watched Reese from his high seat. She chopped off her hair again. This time into a girlish pixie cut. He liked it. He smiled. Then he dropped his eyes to the report in front of him, skimming the top page and considering that Reese might’ve made the drastic change in an attempt to age her appearance. She still looked like the young witch he met five years ago. Wide-eyed, beautiful and dangerously beguiling. But she carried herself like a true hereditary witch now.
Book Bit #3 (Prey For Day: Revelations)
The vampire walked in, darkness stalking his back and him reveling inside Panama City’s noise and heat. The door shut, the chimes quit and the sound of nothingness reclaimed the narrow space of his shop. Noel took two steps forward into the florescence. He looked just as Six remembered him. Their eyes met for a long, silent pause before he felt his fingers moving again, his gaze returning to the cut piece of wool in his lap.
“I wouldnt’ve believed it if I hadn’t seen it in the flesh. It took me months to find you,” Noel said.
He was never trying that hard to hide from the world. He just figured the world wanted little to do with him anymore.
“Well,” Six said, sliding loose thread through the needle eye, “as I recall persistence and fastidiousness were your strong suits.”
Noel’s chest puffed out. “Should I call you Juan?”
Six stuck the needle in the pin cushion on the glass counter and shrugged his shoulders. “Everyone else here does.”