Weekend Warriors#9



This is from my recently completed novel, Scar Tissue. I’m currently waiting with baited breath to hear whether the publishers want it or not.

The foundations of Parry’s world had slipped sideways and she hung in the air, wondering if she would keep floating or plummet into the abyss that passed for her soul. It would have been a wiser decision to jump, to leap into the alliance the way the rest of her kith and kin had. Parry had never been wise. Or rational. Sometimes she felt like a live wire sparking in a puddle of gasoline, about to explode and take the world with her. And then there was her history.

And something else that scared her more than she was willing to admit. No, not something. Someone.


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