Congratulations to Jamie and Northern Frights Publishing -- the two lucky winners whose names were picked from a hat by Kiddo and her playdate friend (nothing but the best scientific methods over here, gang! ;-)
Okay, so with the holidays coming up and I'm taking a break from Free Book Giveaways because I know blogging will be slow while people celebrate time with their families and another year on this wonderful, crazy planet we call earth.
In the meantime, I'm still editing Return. Why is it taking so long, you may ask? Well, I'm still getting my writing groove on, and I've not been working on it every day. I know, I know -- but I am doing my best and still on target to hand it to my publisher by Jan 1 (heaven help her!).
So here's a slice from Return. This scene appears at the beginning of the novel and features two characters from Release -- Denny and Ness (Vanessa). Vanessa is Miranda's best friend, and Denny is the best friend of Mirrie's twin brother, Cray. Both are Nephilim (not vampires).
I'm also introducing this scene because it was edited by Boone Brux, and Alaskan herself, and she was very helpful in showing me what I did right and things that might need to be changed (you can do research but sometimes, the internet and books don't tell you things that the natives know, ya know? ;-).
So here it is, from Chapter 2 of Return:
“Still don’t understand what the hell we’re doin’ here, Den,” Vanessa cracked her mouth as if she were partaking in that most annoying human habit, chewing gum.
“We are here, my Nephilim sister,” Denny held his annoyance in check as he answered her, “because Cray told me he wanted to spend a few days with Miranda, alone. We are to go back before Matthew’s arrival-“
“Yeah, yeah.” Crack! Snap! “I get all that malarkey. And of course I’m gonna be good when Matt gets into town -- I won’t make any jokes about his drowned rat of an ex-wife an’ all.” Denny rolled his eyes at the characterization of the deceased wife of Miranda’s fiancĂ©. “But why the hell are we in Anchorage, Alaska? Jeez, Den – there ain’t nothin’ up here? Give me Times Square any day. Not to mention that we fit in much better now ‘n’ we ever did, with all those people dressed in black with the dyed hair and eyes and all. Awww look, I just got some of this sea-mud on my nice leather boots!”
Denny sighed inwardly. It was bad enough that major changes were coming to their “family” -- Mirrie getting married, finally, and moving away to start a family of her own. Then there was the boredom, the purposelessness Denny felt inside his own self. Added to that he had to entertain Vanessa -- no mean feat, considering her tastes -- he only hoped that stray teenagers would wander down to the inlet to provide some amusement.
“I thought you might enjoy the fact that we get to stay on earth while there’s a bit of daylight around before the sun comes up, Vanessa. Besides, the water’s nice,” he gestured to Cook Inlet, just off to the right from where they stood on the beach. Although the sun didn’t rise for another 2 hours at least, the northern latitude allowed some semblance of daylight to filter through the atmosphere, giving the appearance of early day, without the deadly rays of the sunshine actually burning and destroying their Nephilim skin.
“It’s nice to pretend we can walk around in the daytime,” Denny continued, “considering Sheol has been pretty hateful there, of late, if you hadn’t noticed.”
Vanessa shrugged. “Still not the same as actually seeing the sun.” She scraped mud off of one boot with the toe of the other, giving the impression that she was done with that conversation.
How can she and I, both beings of the same nature, be so entirely different? Denny mused as the water lapped against the shore. It’s almost as if the more time she spends on earth, the less she feels. Quite the opposite of my own emotional development. Lucky her! Mine have increased to the point where I almost cannot stand myself at times.
“Hey, Den,” Vanessa’s black eyes looked into his own, and Denny was surprised to see that there was some semblance of concern on Vanessa’s pretty visage. “Don’t be so glum about Sheol. You know that place has its ups and downs. Remember during the wars in Asia? Crazy then, too!” She patted his shoulder awkwardly. “It’s gonna be okay. I know it doesn’t have anything to do with Mirrie’s God-forsaken wedding, that’s for damn sure!”
“How do you know that?” Denny’s brows furrowed together.
“Duh? Because I listen for it!” Vanessa answered him as if he were the least intelligent being on the planet. Amazing how quickly she picks up and assimilates vernacular expressions into her conversations.
“Yes, I do remember the wars in Asia, Vanessa. But this time around, it seems different, doesn’t it? Like something’s about to happen, not any reaction to worldly events already going on.”
“What could possibly happen?!” Vanessa held out her arms, the still water of the inlet behind her emphasizing her point: Nothing!
Just a second later, however, big ripples coursed across the water’s surface, as if something big had just been dropped into the middle. Denny looked to the left, and then the right, but saw no disturbance that would create such waves.
“Whoa! What the hell… Did you feel that, Den? An earthquake?” Vanessa tottered on her elegant, muddy boots, trying to keep her balance as if the ground beneath her feet were shaking.
It wasn’t. Denny was feeling tremors too, yet the trees and buildings all stayed steady, immobile.
“The ground, it’s giving ‘way!” Vanessa pointed to his feet, which were being sucked into the silt.
“That can’t be, there’s no earthquake, nothing else is moving but us!” he argued to no avail, as his knees were now locked in the mud. Vanessa held out her arms to help him, but the tremors wracking their bodies prevented them from touching.
BOOM! What sounded, and certainly felt, like an explosion to Denny rocked through his body. He saw Vanessa try to move towards him but failing, having been knocked off her feet, landing on her stomach.
She flung her hands out to him and he tried to grasp them in his own, but it was as if she were being dragged away by some unseen force. His last vision, before being sucked completely under the mud, was the look of absolute terror on Vanessa’s face as she screamed, “DENNY! NOOOOOO!”