Andy’s eyes turned a piercing black. He picked up the guitar — Samantha’s dreaded electric guitar — and held it above his head, a warrior brandishing his weapon. To his right, one of the Three Graces stood poised, her skirt halfway up her thighs and a bass guitar in her hands. To his left stood another of the Graces, her arms raised and her fingers spread like the talons of a descending eagle over an electronic keyboard. Behind him, the most butch of the girls sat twirling polished wooden sticks behind a set of drums.
Desiccation (excerpt ch 23)
Thank you for writing in my favorite genre 🙂 Wishing you a wonderful creative New Year!
Inese
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I read many different genres but looking at my bookshelves, science fiction & fantasy outnumber the others, with Nordic crime a close contender for first place. Now there’s a thought, a Nordic crime science fiction hybrid novel with a sprinkling of Nordic mythology thrown in! Wishing you wonderful New Year, too 🙂
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Thank you! A good read for the long winter evenings 🙂
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It’s on my list of reads! Love it!
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Excellent 🙂
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