Every Sunday I share Six Sentences from one of my books or current WIP
Today it’s from the historical short story you helped me write where Ink is a Duke.
The man did not turn to look to me as he whispered, “Is that what you truly desire?”
A flush swept through my body. I should pull away, run into the brush, leap across the stream and never look back. But I was rooted to the spot, my senses enflamed with every deliberate breath of his sweeping down my cheek. As I stared, the flames licked across his eyes, his body stretching taller until I felt as fragile as a matchstick.
“Who are you?” I whispered.
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