Snippet Sunday: November 8, 2015

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Where writers come together to share a few sentences (8-10) of their current project — whether it’s a recently released novel, a WIP (work in progress), or an older manuscript that’s being revived. Intended to hook readers, gather feedback and build an author’s fan base, Snippet Sunday is the FB group that does all three.

Snippet Sunday

In honor of me taking a dive off the deep end into more insanity for the next month with NaNoWriMo, I am continuing my snippets from the fantasy novel I am working on for NaNo, Darkness Becomes Her. Though I have had a total author crisis and am realizing that title works so much better with a book down the line in the series. So guess what? That title is probably changing soon. To what though, I have not a clue yet. Let’s just say my snippets will be from Book 1 of the Dark Heir Chronicles now. (If I ever figure out that new title, I will change this, but we all know how titles go…)

Previously on Sunday Snippets: Four year old Heather was being dragged, bound and gagged, through the manor home of her kidnapper’s in a magic filled realm towards the fate that is to befall her now at the hands of he woman clad in black.

Picking up right where I left off from last week’s snippet. (Some sentences may have been creatively punctuated to fit the ten sentence limit.)


The woman reached down and grabbed Heather roughly by her arms once more and she cried out in panic again, scared to death what was to come. The woman held her palm out in front of her like she was offering something to someone and suddenly, a glowing orange fireball lit in her hand. Heather’s eyes widened in disbelief at the sight of the flame in her hand. It didn’t even touch her skin, it just hovered in her palm, crackling and flickering like a real flame.

With a toss of her hand, the fireball launched from the woman’s palm to a crevice cut out along the stone wall leading down the stairwell. As soon as it hit, the crevice caught fire and a tail of flames traveled all the way down the staircase, remaining lit the whole way as if someone had lit a match to a trail of gasoline.

The firelight flickered along the walls, creating eerie shadows as the woman dragged Heather down the stone stairs — the farther down they went, the colder the air got, and the more damp and musty it became as well. Finally, they reached the bottom of the stairs and she saw another long, dark hallway. The second they touched the hallway floor, torches at precise intervals along the way lit one by one with a pop and crackle. Each torch was next to a doorway, all of which were closed, heavy wooden doors. There had to be at least a dozen doors lining the hall, along with one door at the very end of the hallway facing them directly.


This story is not yet on Wattpad because it is my baby that I hope to publish one day, and if no one will publish me, I am self publishing. But it’s also not on Wattpad because it’s in first draft phases yet. So there will be no “if you wish to read more…” And I do technically have a cover made but since my little crisis in changing the title…that’s going to change now, too.

However! If you wish to read anything else that I do have finished, you can hop on over to my profile on Wattpad and check out what I have to offer. I love to hear any and all feedback on my work as well. Comments are greatly appreciated, as are the reads.

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