TeknicolorTiger Merry day-after-Christmas! I hope you were able to spend time with the ones you love. Last year, I gave you a passage with a birth, but today I have one with a death. What follows is the first chapter of Spitfire, only edited for spelling and continuity. I'm not sold on the format yet, so I'd love to hear opinions. Enjoy! Smoke filled her nostrils. Eunice sucked in a deep, deep breath, clicked her teeth together to make a spark, then let out one last fiery blast. The final ceiling beam came alight. She cradled the few valuables small enough to carry that she had gathered from the first floor in her apron. "I think that should be sufficient," Lavinia told her, pressing the master's face further into the cushion. He was no longer struggling. "The Wilkinson's will be able to see it presently," Eunice said, surveying their handiwork. She looked at the master on the floor. "We must leave tonig...
This blog is created for a three-fold purpose: 1) To allow me to put all my research in one place in a way that makes sense, 2) To allow me to share any and all information about my writing with whomever takes the time to read it, 3) And finally, to let me talk about the writing of others. Happy Reading!