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Molly hummed her signature tune as she tried Harrison White’s door, found it unlocked, and waltzed inside like a modern Goldilocks. Definitely the wrong fairy tale – Molly was a Cinderella who took one look at her destiny and ran, coming back much improved to spit in the eye of her stepsisters, the fairy godmother [...]

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At odd moments I can hear my brain, tick, ticking away, brewing a new book … I’m just waiting for the boom. But until that burst of inspiration aligns with time (and sunshine on the couch), I have to deal with characters sliding into the storyline where they blink innocently over the rims of cafe au lait [...]

Precious Illusions

A short which, according to Damian, is quite a journey away from the opening office romance.
Word count: 836

© GL Drummond, 2008

“You’re doing very well,” Kiane whispers to Tell, smiling at him. She didn’t add any of the obvious remarks others might have made. She wasn’t like the others, Tell knew. He’d known it the day they’d met when she’d smilingly offered her hand to him as she greeted him.

“It’s all due to you,” he replies quietly, dark eyes meeting her light ones squarely. She shakes her head slightly, a familiar gesture to him now after months of working together.

“You’re the one that’s done all the hard work, Tell. And you have done it.” Her hand touches his forearm briefly. “You deserve all the credit.”

Fate’s Bounty (Sully)

Not long after Sully had begun visiting regularly, he admitted to having premonitions. At first I thought it was just a manifestation of the stress from having to deal with his bad luck and how people treated him because of it. After describing the fire and who’d be responsible a couple of days before it happened, I finally believed that Sully was cursed, just not in the way most people thought.

He made me swear to keep this little quirk of his personality quiet, which wasn’t a difficult promise to make. It was hard enough on the man having to deal with many of the townsfolk crossing themselves and the street every time he passed. If this got out, the man would face a fate usually reserved for charlatans and swindlers.

It was one thing to think the man was damned; it’d be another to learn it was true.

Fate’s Bounty (Grady)

Necessity may be the mother of invention, but desperation is the bitch that nags you until you find yourself doing things that even a mad man wouldn’t consider.

Taking my hat in my hand, I tore the poster from the wall and walked into the Sheriff’s office, wondering if the decision I was about to make would be the right one, and if it wasn’t – what did I have to lose?

As it turned out – everything.

AtF: Hunter’s Edge Excerpt 1

© GL Drummond, 2008, All Rights Reserved

Earth, 2078

Two weeks after the Drac invasion began

Twelve year old Linzi Throckmorton ran for the barn like her mother had told her to. Inside, she climbed the half wall of her horse’s stall and from it, onto his back. Nudging the bay gelding over to the door and grabbing a handful of his coarse mane, the child leaned to open it.

Tracer stepped out into the breezeway with a soft snort. Tightening her legs and gathering a second handful of mane, Linzi quickly urged him out of the barn. Tracer took two steps before breaking into a lope. Clear of the barn, she urged him into a gallop.

‘Go to Mr. Peters’ place’ her momma had told her while pushing her out the back door. ‘Stay there.’