Erik’s tale is off with my beta readers. I wonder what they’ll think of this crazy little book that possessed me for months. Erik took a breath and drew the first wailing note. He played like he always did: like … Continue reading →
“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 … Continue reading →
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 … Continue reading →
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 … Continue reading →
Since there’s no official Six Sentence Sunday this week (they’re moving the site) I thought I’d take the opportunity to totally break the rules and post way more than six sentences. So here’s a much longer excerpt of Erik’s Tale: … Continue reading →
“Pity!” He overturned a table. “And she kisses him,” he yelled as he threw a porcelain swan at the wall. Erik flung off his hat and peeled the mask from his face. He stared at the mask for a moment, … Continue reading →
This is a bit later. After dancing with Erik, Christine meets up with Raoul. They go up to the roof of the Opera House to be alone, but Erik is watching: “And what are you thinking of now?” “How very … Continue reading →
Back in March I posted a bit of the masked ball scene. I love that part so I’m going back to it for this week. As they danced there at the ball, she had to look away from his eyes. … Continue reading →
Continuing on from last week: …You have to promise me that you’ll never do anything like that again.” “If I promise, will you still talk to me? Take lessons from me? Come to visit once in a while?” Was this … Continue reading →
More Erik’s Tale picking up directly from last week: The key seemed to grow heavier in her hand. “Don’t talk like that.” She pictured the police dragging him from the Opera, a crowd gathering on the street, and at the … Continue reading →