Wow! What a beginning. I'm always drawn to poetry, but so often find the onset of the story that follows offputting. Not the case with this first chapter. So looking forward to reading more.
Lovely ladies Waiting for a bite Waiting for the customers Who only come at night. London 1888 Fog rolls through the streets thick and rancid. A monster stalks the dark alleys, searching for its next prey. Shadows stretch and twist along the walls, a knife appears, and a scream cuts through the mist. Darkness envelopes the killer, leaving behind a broken husk of a woman with her skirt slightly raised.
She is only half the creature that an oppressive government claims she is. A militia breaks her free of an uncertain fate, but the choice to take power and understand her abilities can be only made by her.
Wow! What a beginning. I'm always drawn to poetry, but so often find the onset of the story that follows offputting. Not the case with this first chapter. So looking forward to reading more.