This has been such an incredibly busy week for me that I’ve had very little time to do anything outside of writing, and even then I haven’t done any writing this weekend :(
But while I haven’t yet joined the Weekend Writing Warriors, I didn’t want to deprive you all of an excerpt from Chronicles of the Sentinels. I’m finding it very difficult to find only 8 sentences to post, and once again felt the need to grab more than 8, but I think you’ll all like this one!
In this chapter 9 scene, Chris, Emmi and Alycia are in downtown at the outdoor 16th Street Mall. Emmi caught Shara, one of the Sentinels, following them, and has confronted her. Shara insists that she is there to protect them, but Emmi is doubtful…
Emmi almost shouted her response, but caught herself and glanced around at the crowds. In a near-whisper, she said, “There’s no way you can defend against them. Most of your team was killed last night, what do you and your boss think you can do alone?”
Shara’s jaw tensed, and she could see in the woman’s eyes that she had just said the wrong thing. “Listen to me, you spoiled brat…”
Before she could finish, a chilling roar echoed up and down Sixteenth Street. Emmi and Shara went silent, and a moment later, Emmi realized the entire area had. Everyone walking, everyone sitting on the patios of all of the different restaurants, all were quiet, even the violinist. The roar sounded like it had come from the air, but because of all of the near-by towering buildings, the echo made identifying where exactly it had come from impossible.
“What the hell was that,” Emmi whispered, feeling a sense of sudden fear creeping up inside of her. She felt goose bumps crawl up and down her arm, and her back tingled.
“No,” Shara looked down, her face full of doubt and fear. The crowd started to talk excitedly, but was once again silenced by another, much closer roar. Shara’s head snapped to her left and up, and Emmi followed her line of sight. A moment later, from over a neighboring skyscraper, a winged shadow appeared. It seemed too large to be a bird, which only served to form a pit of ice in Emmi’s stomach. “Son of a…”
Thanks for reading, I hope you all enjoyed this snippet :) And I plan to get right back to writing Chronicles like crazy before the end of the weekend. I still have a deadline to meet!