It’s time for a WiP Wednesday post. It’s early. I’m sitting on my bed, the Tiger curled up asleep beside me, waiting for the delivery men to bring our new sofa. My morning walk is going to be delayed until lunchtime, today, but that’s a small price to pay for seeing our living room come back to life.
And talking of prices and the people who are made to pay them, I’m almost through the edits of Repeat Offence, and if anyone knows about that particular topic it’s Taz and Hiro. We left them last week having been sentenced to live forever, and forever apart. Now Taz is waking in a strange place…
I woke to darkness and silence, facedown on a surface that was neither hot nor cold, neither hard nor soft. It was smooth, and flat, and yielded by a small amount as I planted my hands and pushed myself carefully upright.
My knees and back protested when I shifted, as if I’d lain motionless for far too long. I moved my head from side to side, curled and stretched my spine to loosen the muscles. Then, kneeling in the dark, I swept my outstretched arms up and to the sides, trying to find edges, objects… anything that could tell me where I was. My questing fingertips passed through empty air, unimpeded except for an unfamiliar weight that dragged on my shoulders.
I ran my hands up my thighs, across my hips and chest. My skin felt cool and dry under my palms, and when I reached to touch my back, I encountered a row of long, silky feathers starting beside my spine and extending in an arching sweep beyond the reach of my fingertips.
I was naked.
In the dark.
With wings on my back.
None of it made sense.
My fantasy novella Repeat Offence will release on August 14th.