Wednesday Snippet 263: Blue Angel

Welcome to a new part of Blue Angel unedited, we start right where we left off last time.

She was looking down silently and that was a lot better, she could cry if she wanted to, now that he knew it was raining he had to try again to reach the window. He put his hands on the wall and looked up. It was so far away but he had brand new fingers thanks to the angel, now he was going to climb this a lot better. He find little hold in the stone wall, placed his fingers in there, clung tight and started to pull himself up putting his feet on the wall. He had tried without shoes but his feet hurt so much that he had no choice but to put them back on. They were heavy and large shoes and definitely not appropriate for climbing.

He climb a meter high, he was breathing heavily. He knew that horses weren't anywhere good at climbing but if stupid humans could do it, he was sure he could do it too. He looked at the window, he had tried to reached it several time but every time it had seemed further and further away. He made his next move rising his feet to a stone nearby, bending his knee. He pushed trying to reach a close-by stone a little more out of the wall than others with his right hand but slipped and landed harshly on the floor.
“Damn it,” he said closing his fist trying to remove the pain from his scratched fingers.
He felt the angel moving in his back but didn't bother to look at her. He couldn't have her ask him to cure him again, not now, he needed to get the hell out of here as fast as possible, he would take her with him and leave her in some village before getting back to see what Morgan was planning with the new queen in charge. That was a plan.

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Tuesday Travel 52: Witch Raising: The Book of Fire

Welcome to Tuesday Travel. Every Tuesday, I will be presenting an excerpt of Witch Raising: The Book of Fire, the book in which Brownie, the heroine of Demon Soul, is undertaking an initiatory journey. 

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About Witch Raising: The Book of Fire

Witch Raising is a new series with Brownie, the heroine of Demon Soul as the main character. This series is part of the House at the Crossing Series and follows Demon Soul and Demon and Fairy but instead of being centered on the adventure of Sahel and his demon friends, it follows Brownie as she goes from being a normal girl to a bad ass witch. She has been practicing magick for a while now, saving people from difficult situations but the people at the house, including Sahel aren't happy with her new calling. Feeling that she doesn't have a choice and has to keep learning witchcraft, Brownie leaves to meet other witches.

The excerpt, we start where we left off last week  

"I'll check your palm once I show you your room and we'll see," the woman said. "Let's go."

Brownie followed her through multiple corridors and stairs.

"I didn't think you would want to be in a dormitory," the woman said. "Not that there really anything wrong with the people here but it's your first time traveling, right? You might not have all the skills required to be safe in a crowd yet."

It was the second time in less than an hour that someone had notice that she was new at this. Was she really pointing out like a sore thumb or something? She wasn't sure why. She had definitely known how to be safe in critical situation before. She had put herself in dangerous situation too.

"It's a room with two beds," the woman continued, "I'm not expecting anyone else but if more people turn up you might have to share the room so please only use one bed."

"Of course," Brownie said.

She had no idea how hostel worked, all she knew was that it was cheaper than an hotel and that she wasn't going to sleep on the street tonight and apparently not the three following nights either. In a way, it made sense to stay until the day after the festival, when most of the tourists would already be gone and she could just relax for a bit and enjoy an empty city before taking the train but at the same time, she felt a bit guilty not to be already on the way to her destination. Still, she had to learn something here even if she wasn't sure what that was.

"Here is the girls' bathroom. Some people stay here long enough that they leave their stuff here as if it was home. There is shampoo and soap provided so only use the things from the hostel and not the personal stuff. If you don't want people looking at your stuff, bring it back to your room after your done," the woman said.

That was common sense but Brownie thought that maybe it wasn't for everyone if that woman thought it was appropriate to talk about it.

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Mystery Monday 55: Harajuku Kiss

Welcome Mystery Monday. For this weekly writing blog post, I will be presenting snippets of my novel Harajuku Kiss, a mystery romance in Japan.

I hope you'll enjoy following our heroine through her thoughts and adventures.

About Harajuku Kiss

At times, life can be so depressing. She is walking her usual recovery tour in Harajuku, finishing with a crepe, trying to forget that her boyfriend dumped her once again for the week-end... When the unthinkable happens... A boy stops in front of her in the street and kisses her, in the middle of the street, before running away.

Trying to discover more about him, she is dragged into a dangerous game of mystery. A biologist has been murdered and a deadly virus is on the loose. First suspect: the mysterious Harajuku's stranger.

Here is the snippet for this week

I was trying to justify my behavior for looking at it now instead of sleeping, but none of these were the real reason. No matter how much I was trying to deny it, I really wanted to kiss him again. Adrenaline and oxytocin, he had given me a good enough chemical cocktail to shake up my dreamy brain, I could at least figure out what he was up to. I took a deep breath and moved toward the computer, without bothering standing up, still wrapped in my warm blanket. I was always on my computer, at work, as soon as I was going home. The online world was fascinating enough for a life time, at least for someone like me. But what I was about to discover was something that had never reached my interest before.

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WeWriWar 325: The House at the Crossing 31

 

Hello everybody and welcome for a new Sunday of writing with Weekend Writing Warrior and Snippet Sunday!

Let's continue with  "The House at the Crossing" and it's a prequel to Demon Soul and the demon series. It's a bit of a mix of Fantasy and Science-fiction.

It follows one of the books more obscure character as she first come into the House. It's suppose to explain why there are so many people is the house and sort of where they come from and at the same time be a first time adventure for the main character as she needs to adapt to her new role and the new version of who she is. 

This weekend is the 24B4Monday Readathon and Saturday was the Dewey Readathon. Anyone else participating? As I'm writing this I'm on my third book.

Let's start right at where we left off last week !

“No, it really isn't,” Teresa said. “You will remember what you need, when you need it.”
“But I need all my memories, all the time, they make me, me,” I said.
Some of me agreed, some of me, I'm not sure. I guess there are things you always feel like you better forget.
“No, you actually don't. Most of the time, you need very little,” Aunt Teresa said. “And the thing is, they will still be there for your recall, just, you will have a lot more of them.”
“And what if I get out of the house, I have things to do, don't they too?” I asked moving my arm to point at all the other versions of me, there is only five of us left, for some reasons, the others are gone and I sort of feel sad for them.


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