Thursday, September 22, 2011

Fragile Bones excerpt

At the halfway point reading through Fragile Bones hopefully for the final time, so I thought I'd post a little excerpt from where I'm at in the book. :)

The days bled together as they always did when there was nothing
to occupy my time. I paced the apartment when Michael was away. I
sometimes snuck down the fire escape to loiter in the alley. Worried
about whether I would become a victim again, yet hoping for a reason
to vent the insidious, burning rage.
“I need to do something,” I complained. “If I'm here to help people,
I need to be out there amongst them.”
“I've been thinking the same thing.”
My jaw dropped. I wasn't expecting him to agree with me.
“You can close your mouth,” he said with a smile. “We're going
out tonight.”
I grinned. “It's about time. I've been well enough for a while.”
“Don't look so eager. It's going to be hard on you. Whether or not
you think so. Don't you remember that first time?”
I looked away. I remembered. I remembered the sickness in body
and mind from the backlash. “I'm prepared for it this time.” I locked
eyes with him. “I didn't know what to expect last time; now I know.”
“I've inquired about an easier way and there is none. The only
thing I can do is try to bleed off some of the power after it's over.”
I cocked my eyebrow. “And what does that entail?” I tried to keep
my thoughts on a high ground, but they sank low and I smirked.
“They left it at my discretion.” He didn't look too pleased.
“I'm sure you'll think of something,” I said innocuously. If he
didn't, then I certainly could.
“I know what you're thinking. It's not going to happen.”
“So you keep saying.”
“At least let me know when you start to get sick. I can help you. Now that I also know what will happen, I can deal with my own backlash.”
That piqued my curiosity. “How does it affect you?”
“It's nothing I can't handle.”
“That only fuels my curiosity,” I told him.
“You just focus on what you need to do and I'll do what I can to
take the edge off.” He glared at me as if to make a point.
I shrugged my shoulders. “I'll do what I came here to do.” I looked
down at my hands and shook off the impression of black blood stains
splattered up to my elbows. “And if I dirty my hands, it's not as if I
haven't done worse.”
Michael put a hand on my shoulder. “It'll be okay. I'm here with
I would be okay. I planned on being more than okay. Part of me
pitied the first person that we came across that would benefit from our
particular attentions, but that was a very small part. Anyone who would
assault another deserved no mercy and they would get none from me.
Any compunction I might've had was long gone.


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