A Preview from Chapter 6.
The Birth of Lucian Dracul
“So, where are we going?” Paul asked following Amanda_adnamA’s shapely form down the spiral staircase. She had her gold spun hair in a bun, held tight with elegantly adorned chopsticks. Their simple refinement shouted subscription heaven. Perhaps they were as easy to remove as they were on the eyes…Stop it, told himself, forcibly letting go fantasies of taking her in this cozy space. Just stop it.
“Your interview, like I said.”
This is another very old one, pulled from the archives of 1999. Still, it really could do with a polish in some areas, but I have a real soft spot for it:
It is odd what the mind notices when it is trying to forget a hangover. The bed being full of blood, for instance.