Thursday, December 6, 2018

Excerpt from 'The Road to Narrow Gate' (Chapter 9; Fox & Aliza; Missing Cake Cutter)

            Fox sliced up the prime rib roast and added a slice to everyone’s plates, starting with Pilot’s, and then all the ladies’, serving himself last.
He had made sure to get a seat next to Aliza, and as he sat down, he whispered in her ear, “You look exquisite this evening.”
She wore a simple black, A-line dress that landed at her knees, and had silver buttons around a V-neck, and three-quarter length sleeves. She accessorized with a silver comb in her hair, a black leather and silver bracelet, and short, black, three-inch boots with silver buckles. “Oh, thank you. And you look very handsome. I very much like that look.”
Fox smiled and sat a little higher in his chair. “Thank you.” He did indeed look very fine in his dark blue denim jeans, crisp, black collared shirt, black belt, and freshly shined, black dress shoes. His wavy, blonde hair and goatee were perfectly styled and trimmed.
After everyone had full plates and glasses, Rachel raised her glass and addressed the group of them. “I just want to say first that you all look so lovely this evening.”
“You as well, Rachel,” said Fox.
“Thank you. I just want to tell you all how much you have blessed me and Lee with your presence here at Narrow Gate. It has been an honor and a pleasure. We consider you family and not just friends, and hope that you will stay forever. A toast to our precious new family.” 
Everyone joined her and lifted their glasses, clinking them together in celebration. 
“Can we have chocolate cake now?” Pilot asked with a mouthful of mac-n-cheese.
“Not yet, sweet boy,” Rachel told him. “We have to wait until everyone is done eating dinner, okay?”
He sighed. “Okay.”
East watched Everly who sat across from him. Instead of ignoring him as she had before, she looked up and smiled. He returned the smile, but did not allow his eyes to linger so as not to make her uncomfortable.
For the first time since he was a child, East had gotten on his knees the night before, and had prayed. He had felt awkward, but had sought Lee’s guidance beforehand, and although the older man had told him there were certain things that were important to pray for, he assured him that there was no exact way to pray, and that it was appropriate to simply share your heart with God.
So he had prayed for forgiveness, repented, and asked Jesus into his heart and life. He prayed for everyone at Narrow Gate, and for guidance regarding Journey, the future, and Everly.
When he’d awoken that morning, everything was suddenly clear; it was as if he had been given new eyes! East was near to bursting to share what God had revealed to him, and when this was clear to Lee and Fox when he came to them that morning, they’d made time to meet with him, and were overjoyed to hear that he had excepted Jesus. As he smiled, Rachel’s voice broke into his thoughts.
“Oh, I forgot the cake cutter.”
“I’ll get it,” Fox obliged, and got up from his seat.
“Thank you, Fox. You should be able to find it in the Butler’s Pantry.”
“Okay.”
After a couple minutes had passed and Fox had yet to return with the cake cutter, Rachel said. “I think Fox may be having a hard time finding that cake cutter.”
Aliza got up. “I remember where it’s at; I’ll help him.”
“Thank you, sunshine.”
In the butler’s pantry, Aliza found Fox searching through drawers and smiled. 
“Reinforcements…excellent,” he said when he saw her.
She smiled at him. “It’s right in here, Fox,” she told him, but when she opened the drawer it wasn’t in there either. “What? It’s not here. Weird. I could have sworn I put it in here just the other day.”
Fox came to stand behind her to check the cabinet above her, and when she turned they were so close that she could smell his masculine leather and citrus scent. She felt a little dizzy and had to grip the counter behind her.
He seemed to have suddenly realized how close they were, and ceased his searching to look down at her. Sweet mercy.
Planting his hand against the cabinet behind her, he leaned in, their faces now mere inches apart. With both hands now grasping the counter behind her, she held his gaze, sensing a struggle within him. Aliza tried to will her body to move, but to no avail. They searched one another’s eyes—exploring, contemplating, questioning. Both of them breathless, they had no idea how long they stood staring at one another with no words at all, until he finally clamped his lips together, and shut his eyes.
He suddenly looked up at the ceiling to regain some control, and heaved a sigh. When he looked down again, he avoided her eyes, a look of resignation on his face. Reaching for her hand, he lifted it to his lips and kissed it softly. “Please let everyone know that I just needed to step away for a moment, and that I’ll be back,” he told her in a near whisper, and then walked out of the butler’s pantry, and down the hallway that led in the opposite direction of the dining room.
Aliza watched him leave, and then closed her eyes, taking a moment for her heart rate to return to normal. When she opened her eyes again, she noticed the cake cutter in a stand-up utensil holder on the counter—the only place they hadn’t looked.
Upon returning to the dining room, she had smiled, passed on the message from Fox, handed over the cake cutter, and reclaimed her seat at the table. But as she did all these normal things, she felt as though she were in a fog; like she was not actually present. 
Then it suddenly hit her like a steam locomotive: A very important piece of her was missing—it had left along with one large, muscular blonde with a goatee, who smelled of leather and citrus. And that piece of her that had left with him, she realized, to her great dismay, was her heart.

Wednesday, December 5, 2018

Excerpt From 'League of Ascenders, Journey of the Fledglings' (Chapter 15; Larimar, Cold & Black)

          "Get in there!” Stygian roared. “You are both as worthless as your brother, Gash!”

          Stygian shut the iron door to the cramped cage that Sever and Snare now occupied. Most of Stygian’s ‘collection’ stared aghast as he punished his two favored hellhounds. It’s not like any of them could sleep with him screaming, his booming voice echoing off the walls. In all his wrath, Stygian had grown to twice his normal size, and had beaten the hellhounds with power lines. As the prisoners looked at him now, his eyes were cold and black. His inhuman mouth hung open in such a way that it reminded Larimar of some hideous Halloween mask she’d seen. Just then he turned to see her staring at him wide-eyed. She looked away, but it was too late.

          “What are you looking at, Ascender!” Stygian reached through the cage bars and wrapped his long, cold fingers around Larimar’s throat. He lifted her into the air with ease, and she struggled for air. “I hate your kind!” he snarled, shaking her as she dangled from his grip. He watched as she finally stopped struggling and her eyes fluttered and then closed. He let go of her and she fell to the floor. He stormed back over to the cage that Sever and Snare now occupied. Antonia, the triplets, and the unicorn sat in the corners of their cages, trembling. The tortoise tucked himself inside his shell. Chinasa and the liger were angry and pacing their respective cages. But Larimar was not dead, only unconscious, as Stygian knew precisely how long to choke her before he killed her. She now lay in a lifeless heap on the cold, hard concrete.

          Sever and Snare tried to get comfortable, but they were so big in the small space that they could barely move past one another.

          “First I find out that I’ve lost Phil, my Japanese giant hornet, then I couldn’t get past whatever blessing was put over that ugly pink house so I could snatch the Fledgling inside it, and now you two show up empty handed!” he roared in anger. “At least Phil fought to the death! And was defeated by a powerful Ascender no less! Oh, but not you two! All I asked you to do was capture Fledglings, and you couldn’t even manage that! You had one of them in your claws, and you let him get away!”

          Snare grunted weakly.

          “I DON’T CARE if one of them was really fast! You are hellhounds—they are Fledglings! What is the problem?” Stygian lowered his voice to almost a whisper. “How many times do I have to tell you!” he rumbled, stomping his feet for emphasis. “Shall I pound it into your thick canine craniums? This is the time to catch them—when they are on their journey and most vulnerable, because they are no longer children, and they are untrained and haven’t the safety of their division.” He yelled again. “But you—are—RUINING EVERYTHING!”

          Both hellhounds stayed quiet.

          “It’s taken us forever to locate all of them, and they’ve almost reached The Landing! Oh, and I almost forgot—Sage and Marlowe are out searching for them now! That just makes everything PERFECT!” he snarled. “I guess I’ll have to send for more deadly creatures from Belial since I’ve lost Phil and I can’t count on the two of you. You can both stay in there for a while and think about what you’ve done. Or should I say—what you’ve failed to do? I need to go find out how your brother, Gash, is doing. Let’s hope he can get something right, so I don’t have to fix this entire atrocity!”

          Stygian stormed out of the prison and into the night.

          The hellhounds lay down with their heads on their paws, both anticipating the suffering ahead. The memory of the last time Stygian had punished them was still vivid. They had failed to trap an animal he’d wanted for his precious collection. All three hellhounds had nearly captured the famous and mysterious Ogopogo, the fifty-foot sea serpent who lived in Canada’s Lake Okanagan. But Ogopogo had proven to be a much cleverer opponent than they had anticipated, and had easily eluded them. They weren’t able to locate Ogopogo again after that. Even though Stygian knew that hellhounds were unaccustomed to diving under water, he had punished them anyway. He had locked all three of them inside the tight cage for a week with no food. Sever and Snare both sighed heavily, as they thought of Gash, for they knew that he would likely fail his assignment as well, and the already confined space would be even tighter. It was going to be a long week.

Monday, October 1, 2012

UPDATE: THE LIGHT OF XANDER 10/01/12

This wreath made out of book pages is really cool, but I don't think I'd want someone to do this to my book. :)

Okay, so as of right now, I am at 209 pages and 49,770 words

Book page wreath

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

WRITING INTERRUPTED BY SPIDER


Why must spiders come and bother me while I write? I really hate them, and I wonder about you folks who keep them around because they eat other bugs. What's wrong with you? THERE AREN'T ANY WORSE BUGS THAN SPIDERS! But I love you anyway, really I do--ya'll just have issues, that's all. But here's a cute movie clip for fun, and to lift my spirits after my traumatizing morning with the eight-legged icky crawly that is now dead and flushed. :)