Of every novel I have written (or started to write), except my very first fanatic try-out novel, printed and hidden under the bed. Literally.
Leave a comment on which paragraph is your favorite!
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Ezekiel did not lead a normal existence for a sixteen-year-old. He understood this only when Sister Lucinda made an unusual and quite uncommon announcement at dinner.
—The Baby Dancers, 1/2 of an outline. But it’s a great 1/2!
Reading a book in his right hand while holding his sword in the ready position in his left, the Gaterunner prepared himself for a rude interruption. At any moment, a Reader could burst through the door and interrupt his reading. Hence the sharp metal pokey thing, poised, ready to take umbrage at a disruption.
–Untitled, uncompleted, outlined
The alien felt sex with humans was addictive as it was necessary, bringing to mind the quaint human expression “having your cake and eating it too.” Humans used sex for fun and reproduction. She thought it funny she occasionally added “food” into the mix. Sometimes, she wondered if some other species in the galaxy took it a step further by adding some other basic function to sex like “breathing.”
—Bunny Trouble, 2 drafts completed, book needs work
I should have known it was time to leave the nest at the age of three-and-a half when the human females, my father included, started driving me crazy.
–Untitled, uncompleted, outlined
The man wearing two swords coming through the door was dripping with water, and when the door closed behind him, he stood there, letting the water drip off his travel cloak on the flagstones provided just for that purpose.
–Untitled, ten pages of farting around.
“Andy, you’re in my tree again. People will talk,” Tabitha said.
–Untitled novella, uncompleted, outlined
Wisteria Heights High School students Jerry, Courtney, Davis, and Will, led by Cheerleader Captain Miranda, were putting the final touches on their plan to kill Alexander, the varsity wide receiver, and his girlfriend, Taylor.
–Starflame Pilot, uncompleted, outlined
Cadence Prosper was counting down the days to her sixteenth birthday where she could finally free herself from her body and integrate herself into society.
–The Rat Princess, uncompleted, outlined
When she was three, Anathae came to understand Momma was not like the other village wives when Momma tried to kill Papa with a broom.
—Dragonsong, uncompleted, outlined (although that opening paragraph is rough, it makes me giggle)
Commodore Philip Connery eyed the sish in front of him, looking for a hint of weakness as Captain Natalie Belton tossed her cards down in disgust. Natalie was the reigning poker champion, but Heisa, the vampiric sish, was kicking their asses.
—The First Casualty of War, completed
Queen Oneesha found the Huntress she meant to kill in a hammock on one of the countless tropical islands on her own planet. Sish throughout known space liked to visit for a romp—their endless white sandy beaches on the bluer-than-blue tropical sea were, in onto themselves, a signature attraction. The Islands of Jephinae also had one other feature sish loved, and that was a preponderance of dangerous predators.
–Children of the Goddess, uncompleted, outlined at one point, but recently tossed. Also: ick.
When Jeanne Flanders came downstairs to leave for school in her ceremonial Pledge dress, her mother dropped her cell phone, placed her head in her hands, and sobbed.
–Startforged Maiden, uncompleted, outlined
“Lexus, your husband is an unmitigated pain in the ass,” says Mitchell, the other husband, as soon as I take the call.
—Armageddon’s Princes, completed. Book 1 of the Lexus Toulouse Mysteries
My PTSD therapist told me, before he died and broke my heart, that, despite my aggressive desire for justice and a physiological and pathological need for constant sex, I was a caring, nurturing woman.
—The Wælcyries Murders, completed. Book 2 of the Lexus Toulouse Mysteries
Ender, my lover I had a fling with seven months ago, just told me she was pregnant with my child, a pretty neat trick considering I’m a woman.
–Death by Lingerie, work in progress. Book 3 of the Lexus Toulouse Mysteries
While driving to pick up her freshman photographer boyfriend so he could take pictures of her prancing around the Colorado farmlands, Sarah was certain she won the kissing lotto.
—The Lightning Giver, completed