Here's the prologue of the manuscript...it's a very early on WIP so it is not beefed up or highly polished, but I wanted to give you a taste of this book.
I'll post more tidbits as I make progress on it. I'm actually bouncing around between "Faetropolis", "Khet Chronicles: Sunset Over Bloodied Waters", "Dark Snow", and "Mentality" (a psychic adventure), so as you can see....I'm going crazy. :)
Anyways, here's the prologue. I hope you enjoy it.
By Marcus Twyman
The glass shattered, raining tiny, glittering, diamond-like shards down on me. They bit into my flesh like the tiny insects that swarm on dark, warm, summer nights.
I crawled along the weathered floor. The broken glass slicing into my palms, leaving a blood trail that was quickly absorbed by the dry, splintered, wooden planks. My breath came out in labored gasps as I made a mad dash for the still open, front door. Right as my booted foot landed on the threshold a loud bang sounded, echoing off of the cabin's bare walls. The force of the bullet slamming into my body took my feet out from beneath me and threw me out the door. My face met the ground before any other part of me – the crushed quartz walkway cutting deep into its flesh. I heard my vertebrae pop loudly as they overextended.
For a split second blackness coated my vision, and just for a moment I thought I was going to pass out...then the pain hit. It raced through every fiber of my being, burning me from the inside out. Silver. The damn bullets were silver. I felt like someone was dragging a dull knife across my organs. The silver was causing an allergic reaction that my body was powerless to stop.
That was the one down side to being a shifter. Silver could really fuck up your day. My muscles twitched and spasmed on their own as I gritted my teeth, praying for the soothing, blissful, peace that unconsciousness could bring. A deep voice spoke up from right next to me, “Sucks to be you doesn't it Cat?” Any other time I'd of loved to shove my fist through the heckler's left eye socket, but seeing as to how I couldn't breathe without concentrating, I made an exception and let this guy slide. Besides, he probably wouldn't hesitate to put another round into me if I tried anything.
I couldn't believe that a khet actually shot me...a khet. They have so much power, so much strength, and this sonofabitch shot me with a silver bullet? What a dick.
Using all of my strength to lift my head so that I could stare at the jerk, I spat out,“Pu-ssy.” That one word was worth the solid kick I took to the face...it finally knocked my ass out. Ah...cold, dark, bliss.