Sunday, September 4, 2011

#SampleSunday Chapter 14


Only the first 300 words or so.

Something made him edgy; his fangs grew. The hair on the back of his neck rose. The sun had not set, yet Steopa shook the stupor off him. He moved his hand. The dirt rolled off him and Rebecka. In the back of his mind he could feel another of his descendants coming closer to the city, but that would not set off his fangs.

Rebecka jerked awake. “The coiree!”

An image of the coiree forced itself into Steopa's mind. He could smell burning stone. He heard a high-pitched drilling noise. Rebecka grabbed his hand. Her eyes tinged red. He felt a pain, as if a drill bored into his head.

“Someone is trying to get to the coiree,” he said.

He jumped up, pulling Rebecka as he did. The red and orange sunlight drifted down the stairs. He shielded his eyes as he ran up to the ground floor. Through the large broken window, he could see the clouds had turned red due to the sunset.

Steopa shook the dirt off his coat. “The sun is setting. We should be safe.”

Rebecka made a strange noise behind him. He turned. She held her hand up, shielding her eyes from the sun. The top of her hand looked as if it had a bruise. Steopa moved to block the sun. She lowered her hand. The bruising disappeared.

“Does that happen to you?” she asked.

“No. Are you-”

“I'm fine. It felt strange.”

She moved. A small beam of sunlight hit her face. It seemed to bruise where it shone on her cheek. He reached over and touched the area.

“It doesn't hurt,” she said.

Steopa studied the mark. It was not a bruise. She had tanned, but only where the sun had touched her. “You still surprise me,” he said.

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