An excerpt from PRAYING FOR GRACE (book 5 of the Grace Series, to be released soon): ________________________________ I decided to leave the baby inside to stay warm by the fire while I went outside to relieve myself. I figured he should sleep another hour or two, if I was lucky. I walked out into the cool evening air that was still heavy with moisture. The fog was dense and formed a dark white veil all around me. It was not only intimidating, but also somewhat disorienting. I walked around the side of the house and squatted to do my business. It was eerily quiet. I could hear the ocean waves as they crashed against the shore down below, but aside from that even sea birds were remaining noiseless. Once finished on the side of the house, I stood and listened. A wave hitting the shore below. They always came in groups of three, followed by a brief lull. My own breathing. Silence. Three waves. Why I was listening so intently, I wasnt sure. My breathing. Three waves. My breathing. Rocks falling. It was faint, but I was sure I heard rocks falling down the cliff face. My first thought, and hope, was that the others were returning. I considered running in the direction of the cliff to call down to them, but I knew in my heart that they would not have chanced finding the island in the dense fog. They would be settling in on the mainland for the night, hopefully secured in a building. I could barely see the house behind me and didn’t dare walk farther into the mist. Three waves. I held my breath. Three waves. I had to breathe. More rocks. I closed my eyes and focused my mind. Nothing enlightening. Three waves. My own breathing. Three waves. Footfalls in the distance. I held my breath again. I knew I needed to turn and run, but feared that whatever was approaching would then be able to better locate me. Perhaps it would be best to stay still and not lead whatever horror was coming my way to the baby. He’d cry. He’d be hungry and stay soiled and grow cold, but he’d be alive if I sacrificed myself. With luck the others would return and be able to save him. Three more waves. I exhaled. The ground crunching under feet. Inhale. Wave. Footfall. Exhale. Wave. Footfall. My entire body tensed as the footfalls grew louder. I didn’t want to see whatever was about to take my life. I clenched my eyes closed tight and remembered my promise to Boggs. I would always try to live. I hoped he would understand that I had chosen the life of baby Emmett over my own, but that in the end I had indeed chosen life. I clenched my fists and held my breath, waiting. There was still time to run, but if I did the creature may home in on the baby. I couldn’t allow that. Wouldn’t. I took one last breath out, then drew one last in. I listened to the waves. One. Footfall. Two. Footfall. Three. Running. I heard running, headed in my direction. I stood my ground, holding my breath. I knew the creature was near. At the last moment I decided to face my death head-on. I held my breath in, but opened my eyes and looked into the wall of white that surrounded me. The lull between wave sets ended, and as a new round crashed against the shore below, a figure broke the mist. It stopped short as if surprised to see me. I finally exhaled and the lone figure stumbled forward, colliding with me. My blood ran ice cold and my peripheral vision went black. Book One is on sale today, of course. amazon/dp/B009IRMC84
Posted on: Fri, 27 Jun 2014 23:21:35 +0000
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