Naturally, I'd like to see my own get published, but crisp sentences like this keep me rooting for you too. (And thank you for the pre-order.)
Just one short bark of a laugh and then she turned to Simon, opening her fist, “Well, hand it over. Haven't got all day.”
The whole passage is beautiful, but the use of dialect in the opening is stunning.
Ain't ashamed to say I shit myself clear through my jeans. At least my legs remembered to run when all Hell came a callin.' I'll keep my dirty ass over a dead ass any day. Can't, nah, won't be much longer now.”
Beautiful. Want this published *almost* as much as my own. Can't wait to see more.
centuries of accumulated earth had softened the original height of the ramparts.
Great visual for a sharp realization and single-minded purpose.
Like a stone skipping across a calm pond, Tannor’s mind moved quickly to a conclusion. “We’ve got to get that person out of there.”
Naturally, I'd like to see my own get published, but crisp sentences like this keep me rooting for you too. (And thank you for the pre-order.)