I’m getting back into the swing of things, and I’m going to start posting my writing exercise for your reading pleasure!
And I am revamping my mailing list – look out for a new novella that you’ll be able to download when you join my VAD (Very Awesome Dragon) Reader’s group (is that name too much?)!
Anyway, the title is “Patchwork Magyc”, and it will be available in the next month or so, to tide all you wonderful people over until the release of book 6 (which I promise is coming!). 🙂
Until then, enjoy this little bit I wrote with the following words:
ghost, fork, coma,
He walked into the great hall and was immediately accosted by childhood memories. The table was the same, but covered with dust instead of the lace cloth his mother always insisted they used, and the knives and forks of silver for a special occasions. The gilt-framed portraits of his ancestors hung on the opposite wall, so they were able to join in for dinner in what became a creepy ritual and a never-ending source of rude jokes for him and his brothers. He wandered past the chairs, his fingers tracing the carved wooden frames. Some of them were covered in white sheets, making them look like lumpy ghosts, the souls of those tortured in the underealm.
“Henry!” a voice called from the next room, and his head jerked in that direction, a frown on his face. He was sure he had been the only person in the house.
“Henry!” the voice called again, and he took a step towards it.
“Henry!” The voice was almost sing-song now, and like a man in a coma sleepwalking towards the shadow of a nightmare he couldn’t escape, Henry walked through the doorway, and peered into the corridor that led from the dining hall to the kitchens.
It was empty.