EXCERPT #13:
"It's a midnight symphony, orchestrated chords to every solitary, biting, billowing pang."
EXCERPT #14:
"I was like a fresh sheet of paper, ball-point just beginning to swirl a penmanship across my consciousness."
EXCERPT #15:
"A descending base-line, catching sight of cranberry hair pulled into girlish braids just brushing her shoulders."
EXCERPT #16:
"The stoop-backed woman scurried past pools of moonlight, lost to the inky well. I stand in a dead street."
EXCERPT #17:
"The void whirring past, swims with inky shadows blacker than the dark itself...slithering, swooping shapes."
EXCERPT #18:
"An incognito philosopher, company to shifting unknown faces, conferred only with his internal dialogue."
Intriguing! I'm really feeling #15... could this be the moment the narrator first sights the love of his life?
ReplyDeleteI actually broke one of my tweet-excerpt considerations with this one; I did reveal a major character of the book in this bit, yes...but I thought it was an innocent little glimpse.
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