Time for Six Sentence Sunday again. I am sorry for the lack of posts lately, what with the holiday season and the strep, not to mention the toddler. Still, I will make an effort to continue to at least do these this month, and I promise to post more post New Years.
Now, here’s something from Second Death. If you haven’t read it and would like a free copy, first person to guess the cathedral I’m describing in a comment wins. (I know it’s pretty vague if you don’t know what I’m talking about, but if you read the blurb about my book, or the free sample, it shouldn’t be too hard.)
The floor was tiled in black and white like a chessboard and reflected the light from above; he could almost imagine the sanctuary in candle light, as it was meant to be, instead of the electric imitation candles in the gilded chandeliers above. On each side of the main aisle were row after row of red velvet pews and before he knew it Mike was passing them on his way toward the exquisite dais down front. A short distance from the front, he slipped silently into a seat and just stared. The murals on the walls and ceiling depicting angels and men were like nothing he’d ever seen before. Mike had been to a church or two in his lifetime, and he’d always found them a little generic. This place, though, this place had character.
Dang it! It is always so hard to get only six sentences in. I guess “Eight Sentence Sunday” does lack a certain something…
Until next time, happy reading, happy writing!
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