Friday, 7 September 2012

Exerpt from second book in Heaven's Children series


Far below them, a girl woke up, gasping in the humid air. She pulled what felt like freshly webbed silk off her body. The stone bed she was lying on was imprinted with her shape. Sweat beaded on her forehead. This place was hot, too hot, especially when she placed her feet onto the stone slabs. She felt confused and dizzy. Memories of who she was before, of the end, were wiped away like a new born. Her brain immediately began to store new sensations of her surrounding, and she groaned. Every particle of air, scent and colour were transformed into messages, pushing her muscles up. She wobbled at first, her movements clumsy, and her voice box expelled a guttural sound.

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