Don’t Give In Yet

 Here’s a sneak peak at the end of Gabe and Sable’s journey from Gabe’s point of view.

My thanks to all of you being so patient while I work on this book.

*If you’re the soundtrack type like me, read this while listening to these songs, these were what I wrote this scene to: 

The Grey by Icon For Hire

War by Icon For Hire

You’re Not Alone by Lacey Sturm

                The nightmare churned in him until he could not tell if he was laying down on his back or his side or curled up into a ball. He longed to wake up.

His eyes were half lidded, fluttering as the darkness swirled angrily about him. Why couldn’t he move? Why was his body frozen, yet it was boiling inside? Sweat dripped from his brow. His lungs were so tight, he couldn’t even cough. All he had was this hazy vision of black and black and…

But what was that?

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Excerpt From The Story Of Kazious

Finally ‘Seeing’ Sable.

Author’s Note: This is probably my favorite part of this novel. Writing this scene not only was a challenge for me due to the character’s blindness, but it also felt very intimate and special.

(Excerpt to meeting, and saving Sable: here)

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Excerpt from: The Story of Kazious

                I expect some form of horrified sound to come from the girl in chains, but nothing comes. I feel her eyes boring into me, though she is silent, watching for my next move. Anticipating death but holding her fear in a knot in her throat.  She expects my hands to be upon her in seconds and life to leave her humiliated flesh. The thought doesn’t hold the same appeal to me that it does with my other victims. Why don’t I want to kill her? Why does the image of her death not amuse me as well? Sickness stirs in my guts at the thought. How strange. Continue reading “Excerpt from: The Story of Kazious”

Opening to: Welcome to the Demon’s Masquerade

I don’t think I fully understood just how different I was until I started going to school. It was my intellect that started most of the discomfort it seemed. See, I was fine getting the weird looks from the adults I’d known as a toddler because logically, the age gap makes information transfers rather difficult to be taken seriously. Without contact to other kids, I wasn’t aware observations like that were nearly impossible for children my age to make. Continue reading “Opening to: Welcome to the Demon’s Masquerade”