Tantalizing Tuesday 5: Witch Raising: The book of Fire

Hi guys and welcome to a new  Tantalizing Tuesday and you can find the list of participants here.

This time I'm sharing a randomly picked paragraph of Witch Raising: The book of Fire. Witch Raising is the last draft I have been working on and it turns out that it'll be a side series of the Demon series instead of just one book part of it.

Brownie wondered how many time she had been in a train or trains from coast to coast. 

“Basically that's what most tourist take, you know, lot of places to see that you never though about before meeting someone in the previous city, stuff like that,” the lady said.

If that meant she could take whatever train on the way even if she missed one, that was way better than running half awake at 1.32 in the morning. She could have chosen Samircity but still something made her decide to go to Evergreen Stop.

“Alright then, I guess that's one open ticket to Evergreen Stop,” Brownie said.

The lady smiled, asked for money and printed her ticket. It was a really simple ticket with places for at least 15 stamps it came with a list of train that could be taken and a list of forbidden train, a limit date and a map of the railway. She was going to cross the entire country west to Evergreen Stop which was the closest city to Evergreen but wasn't part of it.

“I need to copy your passport,” the lady said. “Just to make it case Evergreen authority ask about you when you cross the border, they seldom do, but it can happen.”

Brownie gave her her passport. It was weird because technically her ticket didn't even have her cross the border. Maybe everyone going to Evergreen Stop never stopped there but always continued to Evergreen. That was a funny thought since the place was called Evergreen Stop. The lady came back with her passport and asked her to sign the copy as a prove of identity to make sure the signature was the same. She gave her the ticket, her change and her passport back and that was it. The next train was leaving in less than fifteen minutes and the lady pointed vaguely toward the dock and wished her a good trip.

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