September 7, 2014
I'm coming off something of a stress and drama filled work week. I have a seasonal job at a local golf course and we're down to two people since we're winding down to our October 31 'official' close. When one of those two people has to take time off… it sucks hairy ones—especially when they wait until the day before to say anything. Just saying.
Moving on to fun stuff. Let's see, Lost Girl will air its final season sometime soon. I'll be sad to see the show end. Haven returns with Evil Audrey. I refuse to call her by whatever name she ended up with when she went inside the barn and returned. I'm also pretty excited for Flash to debut. Anything that has ties to Arrow can't miss in my book.
That's it for TV this week.
Tonight's post is from Quilt of Fate, a novella written with my alter ego, ML Skye, combining the paranormal with a little science fiction.
Here's the tagline:
Nadie Fall and Cable Reilly are transported to an alternate reality by the Moerae. Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos have plans for the fated couple who couldn't save their original universe, but can alter the future for their new one.
And a preview snippet…
Nadie stood on the shores of the ruined planet. Cable moved behind her, his presence a balm against the raging emotion welling up from her depths. So much destruction and for what? The race to get here nothing but a farcical journey.
Cable grasped her hips. "Nadie—"
She tensed. "Don't, Cable. Not yet." Her eyes closed and she inhaled, fighting the urge to rail at the heavens. "Unless you can tell me why?" Why they'd traveled so far to find a wasteland instead of a home.
He sighed. "You know I can't. I wish I could." He rested his chin on her shoulder, his warm breath fanning her face.
She took a step forward, turned faced him. "We followed the signposts to get here. I just don't"—a bright flash surrounded them—"understand how…" Her voice trailed off and she blinked, not quite what happened. "What the flaming hell?"
Lush, green foliage lined the beach. Birds zigzagged in the sky. Cable whipped around, taking in the change of scenery.
He slid his gaze sideways. "What just happened?" He moved forward, stopped, glanced back, and shook his head.
Nadie snorted. "I'm pretty sure 'what the flaming hell' means I have no clue." She caught movement in her peripheral vision and grabbed hold of Cable's bicep. "Looks like we might get an answer, though." She nodded toward a trio of females making their way along the shore.
Cable turned, standing shoulder to shoulder with Nadie. "And if they're open to questions?"
Nadie blew out a harsh breath. "Then we convince otherwise."
So far, I've enjoyed combining the genres with this story, something I hope to continue doing in the future.
That's it for this week.