Heres one more excerpt from The Sending...I mean, why NOT? She slashed with the knife, slammed with her fist, and tried to get a hold on him. He struggled clumsily, but he was strong and quick to shake the fog of sleep. His intensity matched hers as they pushed and fumbled at each other. Strong fingers found her wrist, digging in, communicating they understood the stakes of the fight. Mara fought to make her muscles respond the way she was trained, but the haze of hate made her reckless. She brought a knee up, solidly connecting with his side. He let go of her wrist, bucked to push her off. She held on as they rolled from bed to floor, entangled together in the sheets. Mara yanked, heard the bedding tear, and grunted as her hand and knife cleared the fabric. Far off, somewhere on the very edge of conscious thought, Mara knew she had to regain control—that whatever had overcome her was making her careless. She screamed with frustration, needed to end him. Still, her swings were wild and her aim went wide. One shadow blended into another as she struck out again and again. Exhaustion threatened as she used the last of her strength to roll on top of him. Knife gripped in both hands, Mara plunged it downward. Then the world exploded and went black.
Posted on: Sun, 10 Aug 2014 23:41:29 +0000
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