Every Sunday I share Six Sentences from one of my books or current WIP
To celebrate the autumnal equinox, an excerpt from my autumn fae romance PSL.
“Scott,” I said, my voice warbling between pure rage and abject terror. He turned away from the prostrated woman to cast his ethereal eye upon me. “What are you?”
A snicker rolled across his lips and he turned to face me. He was naked as the day he was born. There’s nowhere to hide some fake, really fancy wings. But they wouldn’t vanish and they kept fluttering like a bird trying to dry off after the rain.
“I am…” He parted his hands wide as if to show he wasn’t a threat. “…a fairy.”
Ellen Mint 