Happy Friday to all my wonderful fans! I know it's been a while since I posted anything here (I know, I'm terrible with this kind of stuff!) Please don't hit me with a stick! I'll do better, I promise!
To celebrate all you awesome fans, I'm starting a new segment!
fan Friday favorites!
Each Friday, I'll share some of my favorite excerpts with you! Some will be from works already released, and some will be from current works in progress! For our first Fan Friday, today's favorite will be from my current WIP! The Speaker is the sequel to Silevethiel and the first draft will be finished by the end of December, if all goes well :) Happy Reading!
As with most of their recent conversations, it had turned into a rather heated exchange with neither of them liking the other’s suggestions. Still, they’d managed to handle it better than they had in the past. Agreeing they could hide somewhere once they were ‘on their way’, they decided to consider each other’s thoughts and resume the discussion in the morning. Instead of parting in resentment, Irewen had still been thinking of Laegon’s timid, yet sweet goodnight kiss when her head finally hit the pillow.
She’d quickly succumbed to the much needed release of sleep. But now, she stared into the darkness—wide awake. Something had disturbed her, and due to the silence of the hour, whatever it was had been intentional.
Not wanting to move from the warmth of the covers until absolutely necessary, she waited. Silence. No movement or sound came from inside the inn or from the street. Giving it up to her own imagination, she began to let the tendrils of sleep take hold when a light rapping sound echoed through the room. At first, she thought it was someone knocking at the door, but the memory of the sound of Laegon’s knock didn’t match. This had a clinking quality, like fingernails tapping against glass.
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