During a robbery, two small-time criminals take a hostage. The old man turns out to be much more than expected and could hold the key to a big score. But as things begin to spin out of control, it becomes clear that nothing is as simple as it first appeared.
"I am hoping for your assistance in restoring the balance in the universe."
I was unsure for a moment whether he was being serious. Once it became obvious he was, a huge laugh erupted from my throat. Not the happy kind of laughter. This was colder and harder than that.
In an instant, Stoaffer was no longer leaning against the wall. He was close to me with his face only inches from mine. I never saw him move, but somehow he did. The old man was close enough for me to smell peppermint on his breath and also a not so pleasant odor, the stink of rotting things. His lips rolled back in a snarl. His face appeared sharper and more threatening than moments before.
Right then, I was more scared than I had ever been.
Soul Hostage continues to sell... slowly but... just slowly. I have been focusing more upon finishing my next book The Most Uncommon Cold I than marketing. Now that the book is with my editor, it is time to return my attention to moving Soul Hostage.
Finished TMUC II and 14,180 words into The Most Uncommon Cold III. Writing a series is certainly easier, but I am looking forward to writing about something other than zombies!
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ReplyDeleteDo you think evil is always easy to recognize?
ReplyDeleteDuring a robbery, two small-time criminals
take a hostage. The old man turns out to
be much more than expected and could hold
the key to a big score. But as things
begin to spin out of control, it becomes
clear that nothing is as simple as it first
appeared.
"I am hoping for your assistance in
restoring the balance in the universe."
I was unsure for a moment whether he was
being serious. Once it became obvious he
was, a huge laugh erupted from my throat.
Not the happy kind of laughter. This was
colder and harder than that.
In an instant, Stoaffer was no longer leaning
against the wall. He was close to me with his
face only inches from mine. I never saw him
move, but somehow he did. The old man was
close enough for me to smell peppermint on
his breath and also a not so pleasant odor,
the stink of rotting things. His lips rolled
back in a snarl. His face appeared sharper
and more threatening than moments before.
Right then, I was more scared than I had ever been.
Soul Hostage continues to sell... slowly but... just slowly. I have been focusing more upon finishing my next book The Most Uncommon Cold I than marketing. Now that the book is with my editor, it is time to return my attention to moving Soul Hostage.
ReplyDeleteThe Most Uncommon Cold I: Life in the Time of Zombies is finished and selling. Now I am working on The Most Uncommon Cold II. 15,613 words so far!
ReplyDeleteFinished TMUC II and 14,180 words into The Most Uncommon Cold III. Writing a series is certainly easier, but I am looking forward to writing about something other than zombies!
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