Leaf awoke laying face down on hard wood. Her stomach knotted and her heart leapt as memory returned, but she willed herself not to stir a sinew. There was a smell of stone and dust—the air was cool and close. Her left eye ached down in the bone and pulsed pain with her heartbeat.
Her eyelids fluttered as she opened them. It was almost as black as it had been with her eyes closed, but there was a faint line of light from under a door on the far side of the room. Leaf opened her eyes as. . .
Very exciting news out today:
1) Leaf Falling has been featured on the Inkshares blog as one of the top ten books in the Geek & Sundry fantasy novel contest! Read about the inspiration for my book (as well as that for other fine authors) here: http://blog.inkshares.com/post/149465633850/top-10-authors-in-geek-sundry-fantasy-contest-on
2) Fantastic fantasy artist Devin Parker is creating a cover for the novel, and has graciously agreed to let me put up his provisional cover art on the project. This work in progress already looks amazing, and it promises to be phenomenal. Huge thanks to him; check out his other work at DeviantArt (http://mysterycycle.deviantart.com/)
So this is our chance! If you have pre-ordered, you are wonderful. I f you haven’t pre-ordered yet, you are still wonderful, but could be more wonderful still! Spread the word so we can make this thing happen! Huge thanks to you!
https://www.inkshares.com/books/leaf-falling
Followers and Readers All,
The Inkshares people suggest that a video on your page can increase your chances of publishing--so a new video they shall have!
Hopefully this is a fun widget (and may convince a few more folks to pre-order). A shinier, tighter video may be coming, so keep an eye out for updates.
Thanks again for the support; together, we can make this thing happen!
Leaf crouched like a spider in the narrow alcove, the stones of the floor pressing cold through her leggings. Her long, thin limbs were folded into as small a bundle as she could manage. She closed her eyes and leaned forward, listening.
From the hallway came the sounds of movement: the scuff of boot soles on stone, the clink of mail shirts, the rough whisper of men’s voices, too low to make out the words. Leaf inhaled slowly, willing herself to fade into the dark recess.
A moment . . .
Leaf crouched like a spider in the narrow alcove, the stones of the floor pressing cold through her leggings. Her long, thin limbs were folded into as small a bundle as she could manage. She closed her eyes and leaned forward, listening.
From the hallway came the sounds of movement: the scuff of boot soles on stone, the clink of mail shirts, the rough whisper of men’s voices, too low to make out the words. Leaf inhaled slowly, willing herself to fade into the dark recess.
A moment . . .
