Friday, May 1, 2015

Fourteen Line Friday

The challenge: Post 14 lines from your favorite clean novel, novella,
 or Work-In-Progress.
Here's my pick from Spell For Sophia,
Book 4, The Teen Wytche Saga.



The ghost bracketed her face with her hands and peered through the window. Brackish swamp smells assaulted my nose. Water dripped from her long curly Afro and slid down the sides of her hands and onto the windowpane. I wondered if she could hear my heart thundering.

"Are you the Mexican?" the wraith asked.

My eyes widened. Is the drug cartel employing ghosts? Speechless, my gaze darted across her face. She's no older than Breaux. Unlike Mam'zelle, whose spirit had transitioned into a being of light, the ghost still retained her human form and the clothes she must have been wearing when she died. Her skin, though blue-gray in death, still showed patches of its former nutmeg color. She had Breaux's nose.

The ghost pointed a wet finger. "Is he Shiloh Breaux Martine?"

"Umm. Breaux…" My fingers dug into his thigh.




Hope you all have a great weekend!
~Ariella

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