WIP Wednesday!

Since I am digging back into The Resurrected Thief, you will be seeing quite a bit of that in the upcoming weeks. As a taste, here are the opening three lines. 

The sound of a single crash poured through the empty halls of the British Museum. The night guard’s skin prickled as the echo reverberated in his ears. A brief application of friction eased away the small bumps sprouting on the back of his neck, but could not banish the cold lingering beneath his skin.