I wanted to update you all with where things were at with "Unveiled". December 11th will mark the end of these recent and hectic fall months (starting intensive online courses) which will allow me time to devote to writing and publishing again. This story wouldn't have made it past the first few chapters had it not been for readers like you who have been my constant and loyal support. I am forever grateful to you all.
Until then I leave you with this…
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"Deep and distant thunder rumbled, sending tremors through the very foundation of the jails, faintly rattling the cell doors.
'A storm is coming, fierce and ravenous...' a bent figure towards the back of the cell nearest the hall's guarded entrance hummed quietly to himself, eyes roving the bare patches of the sky just visible through the scant window above his head.
'...and it's only a matter of time before we find out who is taken and who is left behind.' Another deep rumble clinked the cell locks. The bent man's gaze settled upon the door at the hall's far end where the light yet determined footfalls of one determined young woman had passed many times within and without that same day, the day of the Harewood riots.
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(*The bent man is not a character found within "Unveiled" but a literary device to foreshadow what is to come post-December 11th.)