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Hi again, lovelies!
How was your week? Did you get any writing or reading done?
This week, I'll be giving you an exclusive sneak peek of Raven of Water as well as tackling the theme of overcoming writer's block, a topic proposed by seven_hues . Feel free to ask questions in the comments.Whoever helps me come up with next week's chapter topic will get the whole thing dedicated to you! As always, thanks for all the love.
xoxoxo,
𝒜𝓁𝑒𝓍𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓇𝒾𝒶 𝒲𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓀𝑒𝓎
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Here's an exclusive sneak peek of my new work, coming July 15! Meet Kiroz, the infuriatingly lovable demon.
As I pulled my hand away from the roses, I stopped chanting with the others and whispered to the cut flowers.
"Find peace."
Then, everything changed.
The room froze, and there was a drop then rise in air pressure and a tingle in the back of my head. The sounds surrounding me faded, and I gasped as I realized that the entire catacombs, an immense warren of crypts and burial places that shouldn't exist in the loamy, flood-prone soil of the south, were eerily silent. It was as if the world had stopped breathing, as if it had stopped rotating and all the cycles of life acting out on the planet were placed on pause.
I wanted to look around at the others to make sure I was interpreting everything right, but when I tried, I found that I couldn't move. I couldn't even breathe. The only thing I could do was stare at the roses and watch, captivated as my purple tinted blood glowed and dripped down and mingled with the droplets of well water still clinging to the petals.
Then the pressure shifted once more, and I felt as if I was sticking my head out a car window as it moved too fast down the highway. My breath was sucked from my lungs and towards the altar. It took me a few moments to realize that it wasn't just the air from my lungs moving toward the center. It was everything. My dress. My hair. It all was pulled towards the middle of the altar with such force that I thought I'd lose my footing and fall face-first into the offerings until all at once, everything was pushed outward in a violent explosion that sent me flying back and into the stone walls of the crypt.
