Happy Wednesday friends,
Can you believe it’s November 30th! Only one more day and then we’re in December. And then there’s only 24 days to Christmas and one month til 2017! Where has this year gone?
This Sunday, my debut novella Eléonore (The Iníonaofa Chronicles #1) releases to the world. In anticipation, I’m sharing the opening paragraphs. I hope it’s an ample teaser 🙂
There were demons to kill, but first I needed a cup of coffee.
The nearest café offered a variety of frappés, lattés, and mochas, but all I needed was a good strong, dark roast black from Canada’s oldest coffee shop. An extra three blocks of walking was worth the bitter brew that steeled my nerves and jolted my brain. One sip was enough to get the juices flowing. Three more and I could feel the anticipation building. Ready and willing to slit some throats.
It was a little after nine o’clock in the evening and the night life of Downtown Montreal was quickening. Saint Catherine Street was a crowded hub of the young and yearning. Clubs, bars, pubs: those were the places that called their name. I couldn’t hear what the revellers did; the only voice in my range beckoned me to the open area of Dominion Square.
It was a rowdier crowd that gathered there. Druggies and drunks. The putrid stench had my nose wrinkling and eyes rolling. At least the demons I fought were physical.
Eyes surveyed me as I went. Maybe it was the short red hair that caught their attention; it definitely wasn’t the hazel brown eyes. I didn’t have the Marilyn bombshell body that would turn heads either. It could have been the long brown coat that I wore over my burgundy dress, grey leggings, and tall black boots.
Or maybe I was just being paranoid and over-observant. It could sometimes be a side effect of the job, and tonight I was especially on edge.
Most nights, I stalked the streets trying to detect evil with what some would call a sixth sense. Tonight, however, Sinéad had warned me that something bad was going to go down. It was rare for her to give me a missive, preferring to offer only spiritual aid, so chances were high that something significant would take place this evening. The thought of a big brawl was exhilarating.
Eléonore – Faith Rivens
Stay tuned for tomorrow. There’ll be a new post to share either the characters or Eléonore’s playlist. Not sure which yet. Any preferences?
May inspiration flow like ink upon your quill,