It’s sunday and time for six sentences!
In honor of October, this week’s six come from my first release, the historical vampire story Mooner. This bit is where the vampire confronts a group of rowdy lumberjacks in a saloon.
The Six:
Though his head was tilted down towards his task, his eyes were set on their target across the room.
“What…what you want me to do for a drink?” At first it didn’t register that that thing, that man, had actually spoken. His voice was high and reedy, and cracked the way the thinnest ice along the river did.
“Pardon?”
“What you want me to do for a drink?”
The Blurb:
Like many young men at the end of the 1800s Bill has signed on to work in a logging camp to earn a fast paycheck to start his life. Unfortunately his role model is Big John, the camp’s golden boy known for blowing his pay as fast as he makes it. On a cold Saturday night they enter Red’s Saloon to forget the work that takes the sweat and the lives of so many. Red may have plans for their whiskey money, but something else lurks in the shadows, something that badly wants a drink that has nothing to do with alcohol. Can Bill make it back out the shabby door or does someone have their own plans for his future?
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Like the blurb. What a great setting for your book. Like the vampire’s voice.
I love the voice of the first speaker. His few words convey volumes about him. What a pathetic creature. I find him both fascinating and pathetic. Exceptional writing!