777 Writer’s Game

Thank you, Chance Maree, for including me in this game of tag. The prompt is to “post 7 lines from a page number ending in 7 from one of my works-in-progress, as well as tag 7 other authors to participate in the game.” Not a problem.

My novel-in-progress is THE SERAPHIM CONSPIRACY.

“Well, that’s hardly sporting,” said a new voice, rich with rolling Rs and cultured Latin vowels.

Shannon and Victor both watched in stunned amazement as Raúl Salazar snapped his fingers and dismissed the battling animal spirits. The broken wolf disappeared with a whimper. The pair of bears vanished with an anticlimactic roar. Shannon had promised them prey to feast upon and they had been denied. That would cost her later, but she would have to make it up to them.

“Victor, Victor. You were sloppy at the airport. You must have left blood or something behind for this crusader to collect. You told me that there were no survivors when you left. Now I have to clean up your mess. Again.”

“But, Raúl,” Victor whined.

Raúl waved a hand dismissively, and Victor never got to finish his excuses before he vanished. Her spirit wrenched painfully as Raúl severed her connection to Victor. Shannon had never experienced such a painful transition back into her own mind. She would never have believed that Raúl could follow her connection to Victor’s mind in the other direction.

“Now, my little occult vigilante. What are we going to do with you?”

Shannon had never felt more alone than she did now sharing her mind with the being who had once been Raúl Salazar.

In turn, I tag:

  1. @PhilAthans
  2. @howardtayler
  3. @fredhicks
  4. @JonAcuff
  5. @DarrenLaCroix
  6. @JASutherlandBks
  7. @Scarberryfields

Apologies to anybody who’s already been tagged. =P Not really.

Shannon O'Malley