July 13, 2014
Whew. I'm coming off a really long week but I did have time to watch Defiance and Dominion. And if all goes well, I'll be watching The Last Ship tonight.
Tonight's post is from (working title only) Prank Police where my main couple is driven to the brink of madness by their students on the night of the blue moon.
Here's the tagline:
The Mage Academy is rife with pranksters and Zenna Doyle and Kyrk Rydercroft must corral the new recruits when they all test their new found powers. And to top it off, the couple pulls duty at the worst time—the night of the blue moon when magic is at its strongest.
And a preview snippet…
Zenna tried hard to ignore the insistent buzzing of the phone. She opened her eyes, blinked, and squinted to see the time. Three a.m. Great Mage, would the stupid adept minors never go to sleep?
Reaching out, she snagged the phone from the nightstand. "Doyle. What's going on this time?" Her breath whooshed out when she got a rundown. "Yeah, yeah. We're on it." Disconnecting the call, she sat up and jabbed Kyrk in the shoulder. "Let's go. We've got prank number seven hundred and ninety-two to deal with."
Kyrk groaned and rolled out of bed. "What is it this time?" He shoved his feet into a pair of pajama bottoms then shucked them off and put on a pair of jeans instead.
Zenna dragged a shirt over her head, realized she had Kyrk's, started to yank it off then decided to leave it. Kyrk could wear his zip up hoodie.
He glanced up, taking the jacket from her. "Zenn? What're we heading into?" He shrugged into the sweatshirt and zipped it up.
Zenna opened her mouth to explain then shook her head. "Just come with me, Kyrk. You'll see for yourself." Grabbing his arm, she tugged him toward the door. "Three more hours until sunrise. If I don't kill someone between now and then, it'll be a miracle."
Stay tuned to see if Zenna makes it through the next three hours without shedding blood.
That's it for this week.