A Convo in Class This Morning
This is a funny little exchange that happened in my senior English class this morning.
[Student A walks in on a test day for the 2nd time this year (No, I’m not exaggerating)]
Me: Wow! You’re here today.
Student A: Yes, and it’s your fault, I can’t get behind anymore. [grumbles]
Student B: Wait, I thought you were a ground hog. You wake up see if is a test day and go back to bed.
Student A: [Looks back and forth between us and drops head to desk]
I just wish I had said the witty line. :)
Names have been removed to protect the guilty. Ha.
For something a little different, today’s teaser is from an extra I have been working on. I’m going for short and sweet. :)
She tasted like the embodiment of all my desires. Like joy was possible in this wretched world.
Teaser Tuesday—An excerpt from THE FALLEN! Enjoy!
He feigned a pout. “You like me a little.”
Glaring at him, “Don’t let my telling the Watcher’s not to kill you go to your head. Maybe I will someday.” I knew that was a stretch, but somehow Bowen’s voice sounded in my head asking me not to bait Tyran. I sighed, “I understand you…you will need to be happy with that at the moment.”
He leaned in closer to me with seduction in his eyes, “I’m a changed killer. You will like me.”
Here is another excerpt from ALLURE: A Watcher Series Prequel
He turned his head toward my mother. “Zach and Sariel should arrive at any moment.”
“A Slayer,” I stated, my tone a little sour. All Slayers had angelic names.
Mr. Yates looked at me again, with a smooth expression. “They are both Slayers.” When my expression didn’t change, he added, “Zachriel.”
“Ah,” I nodded—an angel name.
I instantaneously felt sick to my stomach. I turned towards the window, hoping that he didn’t see the blood drain from my face. If the Concilium was dispatching two Slayers, my mother had seriously downplayed the danger we were in. It was immediate.
Here is another snippet from THE FALLEN:
“Come with me. You are not thinking clearly,” Morpheus commanded in a harsh whisper.
“I’m going to kill her.”
His eyes were murderous. “Not here. Not now.”
Expectation is the root of all heartache.