I really appreciate all the visitors each week. The best part of participating in Six Sentence Sunday is that I woke up the other night with words in my head. Like a sentence that would work for… something. Just don’t know what yet, and it hasn’t gone very far. But they were words. Beyond blog posts, this is the first writing in… let’s not talk about it. Woot!
For this week, I thought I’d post some of Black Rose (you can find the first chapter here). These six sentences are the start of the second chapter. (Hope no one minds that I’m not posting from the Psychic Wars this week.)
I slipped into the whiteness behind Drew. Unless I wanted to lose everything I’d worked so hard to gain, common sense told me to stay and help, but right now I needed to cool off a bit. So instead, I headed diagonally across the graveyard in the direction of my business. Superstitious dread kept me from stepping on the graves; I knew what existed under the innocuous looking mounds of earth.
A hand on the back of my collar stopped me short, yanking me off the ground. Something enormous held me so tight the zipper on my jacket bit into my windpipe.