Okay, so I didn’t completely vanish off the face of the blogosphere again – we just went on vacation to visit my in-laws in Maine for a couple weeks, something I failed to mention ahead of time. I’ve also been sick a lot lately, so I’m still recovering from that plus vacation. I DO promise to get back to something resembling regular blogging soon. In the meantime, as I prepare to push through to the end of Black-Hearted Betrayal, Shades of Fury 3, over the next few weeks, I wanted to go ahead and share a snippet of the opening for those interested.
Next week will be about choosing those contest winners not yet chosen, getting books out to contest winners, making a lot of progress on BHB, and working while son is at home since he doesn’t start kindergarten (and HOW is my baby starting THAT already?!?) until the 17th. For now, the snippet! (Keep in mind it’s in unedited draft form and may not be the final opening, blah, blah, blah. 😉 )
With as many people as had tried to kill me over the years, you’d think I would get used to it. Then again, the fact I hadn’t completely gotten used to it was the reason nobody had yet managed to do me in. Not permanently anyway. Temporary death—there’d been a few of those; nothing I’d like to repeat any time soon—especially considering how much I’d pissed off the jackal-faced god that last time…Of course, to be fair to myself, most death threats came because I was two times a cop. One: Chief Magical Investigator for the Boston Police Department. Two: Member of the Sisterhood of Furies; a once-mortal demigoddess serving as the arcane world’s version of law enforcement.
Two times a cop. Two times the psychos out for my blood.