Since the two snippets I’ve posted from my WIP have been so well-received, I think I’ll continue posting them. It’s fun seeing what everyone thinks so far and hopefully the little teasers will help me to create curiosity about the book so that when it’s done, I’ll have lots of people ready and waiting to buy it.
Okay, that’s all a pipe dream, but hey, a girl can dream, can’t she?
Anyway, I finished writing Chapter Four today and that was when I realized that I never posted anything from Chapter Three. So, lucky you, you get two bits for the price of one today!
From Chapter Three:
He studied the scenery as it passed. At home, everything was developed, either for commercial, residential, agricultural, or recreational purposes. Everything was plotted and bordered and regulated; wildness did not exist.
But here, everything was wild. The road they traveled was little more than a dirt track through a meadow. Fields of grain were scattered about here and there, but they were nothing compared to the mammoth patchwork quilt of corn and soybean and alfalfa fields of home. Wildflowers ran through the meadows like ribbons and chipmunks scurried along the side of the road, trying to avoid horse hooves and wagon wheels.
It occurred to Michael that perhaps this wildness, this unbridled nature, was what had scared him so badly back in the forest. Nothing is safe here, least of all me. Maybe I should have listened to Dad after all.
And from Chapter Four:
Those few words took her back to a time when she had been much younger, when she had had this exact argument with her own mother. Anná suddenly realized that the secrets her mother had kept from her were every bit as selfish as the ones she was keeping from her own daughter, and she knew very well what the result would be if Ramila’s frustration was allowed to fester.
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