Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Another First Page--Again

Hey, today I decided to post another first page from one of my WIPs. This is book two in a three book series. And no, it's not a Vampire book. I don't to the blood sucker thing. :)

Vic crouched in the semi-darkness between the towering stacks tensing and un-tensing his muscles. How long is she going to sit there? He peered through the rows of books to where Trin hunched over a thick tome. She hasn’t moved in hours.

A low animal growl bubbled up from his chest before he clamped his lips shut and clenched his jaw, forcing the low bass rumble into silence. Patience! he chided himself. It used to come so easily. Before. A lot of things were easy before. Patience, laughter . . . sleep. He closed his eyes and sighed. Who needs sleep anyway?

Vic and Trin had been trapped in Taazair’s realm, for thirteen days, seven hours, and thirty-six minutes, and in all that time, Vic had barely slept. Not because exhaustion didn't stalk him, but because of the noise. Even now in the calm, private library, the sounds of the city overwhelmed him.

It wasn’t just the sounds, though they left his head ringing, it was the smells. They drove him to distraction, because everything reeked! And along with the smell came the relentless taste. At least if he didn’t breath, he couldn’t smell, but he couldn’t get away from the taste. It coated his mouth, clung to his lips, and wormed its way into his middle.

He wrinkled his nose in response to a stray odor and bit back another snarl. Sinking back on his haunches, he forced another calming breath. He raked his fingers through his disheveled hair and then ran them down his face, scrapping against two days of stubble.

Silently he cursed Brascarn, Taazair, and every other mage in this stinking land, including Trin. What is wrong with me? Vic wondered, shocked by his volatile thoughts. This isn’t Trin or Taazair’s fault.

Across the room, Trin’s head fell forward onto the pages of her current book. The movement, small as it was, snagged Vic’s attention. In an instant, he sprang to his feet and drifted from the shadows.

9 comments:

Jonene Ficklin said...

Ew, I could taste the city! Great images!

Jonene

The Stanley's said...

keep it coming. I want more.

L.T. Elliot said...

You're so talented, Leisha.

Tamara Hart Heiner said...

interesting! definite world building and leaves me curious.

LeishaMaw said...

Jonene, cities can taste nasty. :)

Anita, thanks. I'll keep truckin away.

L.T., so are you! I've drooled over your stuff.

Tamara, thanks. World building is too fun sometimes, like when I'm supposed to be putting out pages, and I'm daydreaming about new places.

Jenilyn Tolley said...

I missed the "This is book two..." bit and I couldn't figure out WHY you cut so much out. Apparently reading all of the words are important and not just skipping to "vampire." :)

How is book 1 going?

LeishaMaw said...

Jenilyn, it's going. Slowly. Ack. Must write. Must write. *Mimes stabbing self in the eye*

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