I finally was able to spend a weekend writing. Refreshing and exhausting at the same time.
Today, I'd like share a snippet from Caressed by the Edge of Darkness (Rulers of Darkness #5).
~ The rancid stench of chard flesh thickened the stale dungeon air. Blood stained the cold stone floor. A faint heart beat and the rasp of shallow breaths whispered through the darkness. There were no whimpering sighs or screams for help. The word mercy had no meaning in a Hell such as this.
Hate, so pure, so true, so strong, electrified the air, it snapped and sizzled like lightning.
Chains scrapped the ground, sloshing through puddles of fresh blood and putrid filth.
The slave was on his knees, his shoulders squared, his head never bowing. His chest slowly rose and fell as he defiantly met the blond stranger’s stare. There was no fear in the slave's crystalline green eyes, only lethal determination. His chin tilted up in challenge while crimson rivulets snaked down his bare chest, back, and arms. Droplets of blood elegantly cascaded from his fingertips. Welts scored his torso, long slashes crossed over his shoulders. Dark bruises covered the raw flesh of his neck and trailed down his spine. His skin still smoldered from his recent torture. Tendrils of heat rose from the wounds. Steam danced as his flesh continued to burn and blacken. Yet, he showed no signs of pain or weakness.