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Thursday, April 7, 2011

Excerpt Thursday - First look at Dream Visions

I've been working on the final proof of the second book
in the Hidden Senses Trilogy - Dream Visions.
So here's the first look at it.

Dream Visions

 Sitting on the tiny bed, hugging his knees as tightly as
he could against his chest, his eyes darted around the
room. It was so dark and so quiet here--he just wanted to
go home and see his mom. Someone would come; someone
always did in the movies...

A creaking noise made him gasp; he quickly looked
towards the door. Pushing himself back further into the
musty corner, he watched and listened.

When it creaked again, he grabbed the thin blanket
and dropped to lie down on the bed, squeezing his still
damp eyes closed tightly.

Felicity blinked a few times and then looked down.
She was standing at her kitchen counter, hands grasping
the edge so hard her knuckles were white. Sighing, she
pushed the straying blonde hairs away from her face; her
hand were vibrating.

Closing her eyes, she took a calming breath. “I wish
you would show me where, sweetheart.” Whispering it out
loud made her feel better, even knowing he would never hear her.

Rinsing her hands under the cool water, she patted
some against her sweaty brow. Drying them quickly, she
looked around for a moment, trying to recall what she had
been doing before the vision blocked out the rest of the
world.

The kettle began to whistle, startling her. Unplugging
it, she shook her head. It could have been worse, you might
have been cutting vegetables or something else that could
result in coming out of it injured.

If there was one thing she was thankful for it was that
when it happened her body froze--and that usually
prevented her too many serious injuries. Of course, it made
life more complicated when it came to things like being in
public or driving, both of which she tried to avoid.

Taking her cup of tea, she went over to the desk and
pulled a tattered notebook from the drawer. Wanting to
record every detail before she forgot any of it, she began
jotting it down. Taking her time, she wrote carefully,
making sure she described every little thing--even going as
far as the crunching sound the old rusty cot frame made as
the little boy moved.

  Jacqueline Paige

1 comment:

  1. Great excerpt! I would definitely want to read this one!

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