A serial writer’s notebook ~ from the pen behind Lore of the Underlings, an episodic epic…
Here’s a snippet from this week’s writing, something that could turn out… frightening!
John Cap did not understand until the woman was upon him.
That’s when he noticed the scar on her forehead, the band of thorns across her brow. A tangled crown or sign of torture. Red, raw brand of a molten ire.
It read like a symbol of something unspeakable, drawn in blood, etched down to the bone.
John Cap was dumbstruck. He watched her glide by. The woman slowed only to catch his eye and whisper seven words of warning.
“Beware the garden. Leave while you can.”
Then she was gone like a leaf on the wind, fallen and yet airborne again.