Welcome to another round of Weekend Writing Warriors. This will be my last snippet from Betwixt and Between for a while. Don’t want to over-share! In previous excerpts Ian has gotten himself entangled with a magical musician busking for change at the Pike Street Market. Today he makes a break for it.
Ian spun around and ran up the stairs, taking three at a time. He burst out into a clump of German tourists all singing along to the strains of the Vltava that had reached its climactic conclusion. He sprinted up the sidewalk. The farther he got, the easier it was to move and breathe, and the less the image of the stormy eyes burned into his corneas. He knew damn well he should get to Aunt Cleona’s as fast as possible and beg her to put a counteracting spell in motion.
But he was late to meet Dijeree, and she’d be pissed if he blew her off again. She had a confirmed Windigo sighting out on the peninsula, and she needed his advice. He stopped running, and as he walked slowly up Pine catching his breath, the intensity of the hex faded to almost nothing. Maybe the violin player had only wanted to scare him off.
As characters often do, Ian has gone off on his own and landed an interview with Evelyn Shepard. If you’d like a peek at how he’s coping with dark elves in his life, as well as another chance to win a $10 gift card, check it out here.
This post is part of an ongoing blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. Every Sunday, participating authors post eight to ten sentences from a published work or perhaps their current work in progress. Then we hop to our fellow warriors’ blogs and check out all the fabulous fiction that’s happening! I heartily invite you to participate as a reader, writer, or both. It’s a great way to discover your next favorite book. Click here or use the address: http://www.wewriwa.com