One question every author gets asked is, "When did you first start writing?" This is a hard question for me to answer. My earliest memories of writing are of scribbling my own stories into the inside covers of library books and getting the crap beaten out of me. But I'm sure they were great stories.
This was my dream. I knew exactly what I wanted to be when I grew up and this was it. I worked hard at it, fought for it, and I never gave up. Funny thing about dreams is, they can come true, but not if you're sitting around on your butt waiting for them to happen.
And those were this debut author's paltry words of wisdom for you. Feel free to ignore them.
Here's the actual cool part of this post. This week is my last Teaser Tuesday for you and it's actually a scene you won't find in any ANGELFIRE book. This is a scene I wrote a long time ago from Will's POV. The first of Ellie's flashbacks in Angelfire was originally the opening scene for the book, but was moved during edits. In that scene, her incarnation of the era is killed in battle, and as a character exercise, I wrote from Will's POV when he learns of her fate. Though he might be quiet on the outside or say something snarky here and there, he is truly passionate on the inside and his narration comes easily to me. All of the characters in this scene you will meet in Angelfire and learn even more about them in the sequel, Wings of the Wicked. I hope you enjoy this scene!
The whole scene can be found over at A Good Addiction, so I will jst post a snippet. If you want to read the rest of the five pages, then head on over to that blog!
The last time I held her in my arms was the last time she died.
I feared for her, more afraid for her life than my own, because she was all that mattered. I could be replaced—would be replaced—but she was most precious in all the world. She was the only one who could save it.
My eyes were shut tight and my jaw clenched, determined not to make a cry of pain. That would only encourage them. It would take a lot of damage to kill me, but that wasn’t their goal. Reapers were patient, for they had eternity to do whatever they desired, and many loved to spill blood just to watch it run.
One of them grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me upright so that his yellow eyes could drive into mine. His mouth slid wide to show multiple rows of jagged, needle teeth.
“I thought you had passed out for a moment,” Geir said as he crouched in front of me. “That would have been disappointing.”
If the chains weren’t so tight around my arms, I’d have punched his face so hard those shark teeth would be shooting out the back of his head. I jerked against the metal to their limits, but halted brutally with Geir’s throat just out of reach. I was too weakened to break free of the chains and of the angelic spell cast into the pentagram drawn on the ground around me. My body would heal and then they would begin again, tearing me up until I was near death only to let me heal so they could start all over. I didn’t know how long I’d been in this barn. I didn’t know if it was night or day. And I didn’t know if she was still alive.
Want to read the rest of this five-page scene? Head on over to over at A Good Addiction!