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July 26, 2016
Tuesday Teaser #30
Every Tuesday, I post a teaser for one of my current works in progress. I invite all of my writer buddies to join in!
The rules:
Post a link, image, quote, or excerpt related to or taken from your current WIP.
State the name of the WIP.
Do NOT explain yourself! Resist the urge to wax poetic. This is a hint, not an outline.
The Mage
Kim was fully prepared to avoid Daniel Leland for the rest of forever.
July 19, 2016
Tuesday Teaser #29
Every Tuesday, I post a teaser for one of my current works in progress. I invite all of my writer buddies to join in!
The rules:
Post a link, image, quote, or excerpt related to or taken from your current WIP.
State the name of the WIP.
Do NOT explain yourself! Resist the urge to wax poetic. This is a hint, not an outline.
No Cage for a Crow
In the box, half-buried in a bed of clotted, discoloured salt, lay the severed head of a bird, a grisly, eyeless thing as long as my forearm. An albatross.
July 12, 2016
Tuesday Teaser #28
Every Tuesday, I post a teaser for one of my current works in progress. I invite all of my writer buddies to join in!
The rules:
Post a link, image, quote, or excerpt related to or taken from your current WIP.
State the name of the WIP.
Do NOT explain yourself! Resist the urge to wax poetic. This is a hint, not an outline.
The Mage
“You… You lost… Death?”
July 5, 2016
Tuesday Teaser #27
Every Tuesday, I post a teaser for one of my current works in progress. I invite all of my writer buddies to join in!
The rules:
Post a link, image, quote, or excerpt related to or taken from your current WIP.
State the name of the WIP.
Do NOT explain yourself! Resist the urge to wax poetic. This is a hint, not an outline.
The Mage
She smiled grimly. “Exactly. You are probably old enough to have noticed. There are more ghosts now than there were a hundred years ago, which was about the time it started. More unable to cross. When Charon vanished, parts of the Veil began to deteriorate, and now there are places that are almost impassable without the help of a medium.”
“I noticed. I thought it was just the population boom. There are more people now than there were then. More people, more dying, more ghosts.”
“I’m sure that’s part of it, but the fact is that something is badly wrong, too. There should not be so many more ghosts.”
June 28, 2016
Tuesday Teaser #26
Every Tuesday, I post a teaser for one of my current works in progress. I invite all of my writer buddies to join in!
The rules:
Post a link, image, quote, or excerpt related to or taken from your current WIP.
State the name of the WIP.
Do NOT explain yourself! Resist the urge to wax poetic. This is a hint, not an outline.
The Mage
A medium could not kill, so what was he?
June 21, 2016
Tuesday Teaser #25
Every Tuesday, I post a teaser for one of my current works in progress. I invite all of my writer buddies to join in!
The rules:
Post a link, image, quote, or excerpt related to or taken from your current WIP.
State the name of the WIP.
Do NOT explain yourself! Resist the urge to wax poetic. This is a hint, not an outline.
The Mage
He felt her coming before she reached him. It was an oppressive, almost crushing sensation, like a sound too miserably loud to be borne, the kind that rattles your bones and upsets your insides, but somehow silent.
The last time he had felt that, he had nearly died, eaten alive, his skin peeled away, eyes devoured. It had taken more than a year for him to recover fully from that, but a human would not have survived. He should not have survived, and he was not sure it was a good thing that he had. Survival meant he had to go through all this, now.
The pressure intensified until the little blonde figure pushed outside, head swiveling back and forth as it surveyed the street. Looking for him. Daniel shuddered, thinking that perhaps he should have gone wandering. He was nearly out of cigarettes, and another pack or two would have made the rest of the day a lot more bearable. It would have been better to get lost in Paris, making finding him more trouble than it was worth. But that might have annoyed her, and an annoyed Signe might take it into her head to level a city block, if that was what it took to get to whatever she wanted.
He hadn’t had the presence of mind to find someone who might need him to run errands. She could hardly object to him making himself useful.
Her faded blue eyes locked on him.
June 16, 2016
Incantation – a poem
Somnus
Sleep descends like a bridal veil,
gossamer, pale, and translucent,
like the vine-vein traced eyelids,
trimmed in dark lace, falling.
Somnium
Dreams are solid, all too real
to those who dream with open eyes.
I dreamed a single, silent flame,
close enough to warm the glossy night.
Sonor
Whisper, or you’ll wake the sleeper
and brush away the drifting dreams,
break them like filaments of silk
with that errant vibration.
Sophia
I can believe what I see in sleep,
the wisdom of the silence,
breathing in echoes of echoes of echoes:
“Be still.”
Sors
Like the fall of dice, or cards drawn,
each random synapse fires
with a certain aim, a touch,
a nightly glow of prophecy.
June 14, 2016
Tuesday Teaser #24
Every Tuesday, I post a teaser for one of my current works in progress. I invite all of my writer buddies to join in!
The rules:
Post a link, image, quote, or excerpt related to or taken from your current WIP.
State the name of the WIP.
Do NOT explain yourself! Resist the urge to wax poetic. This is a hint, not an outline.
We Shall Not Sleep
As I turned to duck into the cab, I thought I caught a glimpse of two sparks of brilliant crimson shining from the shadowed depths of the doorway.
June 7, 2016
Tuesday Teaser #23
Every Tuesday, I post a teaser for one of my current works in progress. I invite all of my writer buddies to join in!
The rules:
Post a link, image, quote, or excerpt related to or taken from your current WIP.
State the name of the WIP.
Do NOT explain yourself! Resist the urge to wax poetic. This is a hint, not an outline.
No Cage for a Crow
I was surrounded by voices. They told me to hold on. They told me to give up. I had things to do, things I needed to fix. My life was worthless, a progression of failures culminating in this.
Live.
Die.
June 5, 2016
Something seems to be available for preorder.
I would like, if I may, to draw your attention to this fascinating little gem. A serialized young adult suspense?
“But who is this author?” you ask. “Graham, I didn’t know you collaborated.”
Funny story, that. You can find out all about it on 3 September.
In the mean time, click the cover to preorder Part 1!
