Every Tuesday I take a small chunk of something Iâ€™m working on â€“ fantasy, mystery, mainstream, whateverâ€¦ and post it. Â No titles, no other info, utterly random.
Yâ€™all can give feedback or not, as you wish. Â Or even try to guess what itâ€™s from, if youâ€™re so inclined. Â There may or may not be a prize for getting it right.
There will be no prizes for nitpicking typos: all teases are from works in progress, which means typos are a natural side-effect of production.
She let her gaze slide down, taking in what she could.Â The arm holding the knife was clad in a tanned leather shirt, small black feathers hanging from the elbow to wrist.Â The skin of his hand was lighter than sheâ€™d half-expected, lighter than Reeâ€™s skin, more red than black against the bone handle of the knife.Â His hair was clotted with stone-dust, but black as a crow underneath, and when he lifted his face to look at her, his eyes were black as well, set in a strong, broad face.
Once past the blade still held to her calf, he did not seem threatening at all – but then he did not have to be, holding that knife.