Why not? I’m already here and blogging after all. Regularly scheduled posts will begin again this time next week. (Don’t quote me on that.) 😉

Here are six more sentences from Evermine. I will say, I had to bow down to the little voice in my head last week. I scrapped everything I had written, replotted, and have started the book from scratch.

It’s one of those odd things where once I got all my ducks in a row, the first chapter wrote itself–and well.

Home smelt odd, welcoming in a way the place lacked since my sister moved out with her mate. Instead of old wood and winter, it smelt of warm oven and sugar cookies, her favorite. Wrinkling my nose, I sniffed the air, followed the sultry current from the front door to the rear of the house and the galley-style kitchen. Touching the stovetop, heat ebbed through the cracked ceramic and thawed my fingers from the outside chill. I frowned. Only two of us knew how to light the stove.