“You’ve seen my face, you know the things I’ve done. I’ve given you your freedom, and yet you come back to me.” He stopped pacing and knelt beside her. Shyly, Erik took her hand. “I thought I was damned, but when I look at you I see salvation. I am not your angel, but you are mine.”
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She opened the door to the music room and the music stopped. Erik had his hands over his face, and he turned away when she walked in. She wanted to shudder at the memory of that face, and yet her heart went out to him in pity. “I should never have brought you here,” he said, his voice soft. “I should never have given you lessons, I should never have talked to you. I should never have hoped.”
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I started editing Erik’s Tale and I’m falling in love with it all over again. Here’s another taste, from chapter 1:
“Who’s there?”
Caution told him to stay quiet, to go back into the labyrinth under the Opera House and let her think it was her imagination. He heard himself whisper, “Don’t be afraid.”
The girl looked around, trying to find the source of the voice. “Where are you?”
“I am … watching.”
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Finally, she shifted and looked at him. “I don’t hate you,” she told him. “I have so many reasons why I should, but I just can’t.”
“Well that’s something.” A brief half smile crossed his face.
“Zeke, don’t make me give you more than that.”
Zeke yanked out the pin and tossed it down the stairs. The men shouted at each other, wondering what it was. One of them realized it was a grenade and they panicked. Then Zeke heard a clunk–clunk and realized they had thrown the grenade back. Risking getting shot, he dove for it and threw it back. The men shouted again, louder this time, and then with a bang the grenade went off.
I’ve made the decision that I will be self publishing some of my work. This is both a business and a creative decision, allowing me the freedom to control my work and to get a higher royalty. Does this mean I won’t do “traditional” publishing? No, not at all, but the list of publishers I trust enough to send my manuscripts to is very, very short. In the future, if one of the so called “Big Six” come knocking on my door I’ll give any offer careful consideration, but for now I’m sticking to doing it myself or working with digital first/small press publishers.
I will be paying a professional editor and a cover designer, since I believe in putting out a quality product. I’ll give updates here as things go along. It’s too early for a release date but I’m aiming for this winter.
I’m diving into edits, so I thought I’d give you another taste of Emma and the Air Pirates:
“I thought you had to be heartless to be a pirate,” Emma said.
“No. You’ve got to be a little cruel, a little ruthless. Not all of us are heartless.” Zeke swallowed. “I cried for every one of these.”
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“Stay still.”
Victor nodded. Oh, god she couldn’t believe she was doing this. Claire licked her lips and watched his pupils dilate. Slowly, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. He trembled under her touch and it made her more bold.
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Green light flooded the world and she spun to face Victor and the nasty. Both of them were hurt, blood showing black in the nightvision. The nasty reached up with a hand the size of Victor’s head and dug its claws into his side. Victor howled but still didn’t let go. The nasty pulled him off and flung him away. Victor bounced off a tree and disappeared into the tall grass.
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Victor laid his right hand against her cheek, a caress as gentle as a lover’s. Her breath came faster. “Claire,” he whispered. Her stomach flipped over. Victor’s nostrils flared as he took in a deep breath. “You’re scared.”
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