Trev: Driven by unspeakable shame, he inexplicably heads back to see Sal. Rain slashes his face as a vicious wind whips a steel gray sky. He doesn’t notice.
Mairi: Unconscious on the cold floor, her head in a small pool of dark blood. She tried to stop Trev from going. He punched her in the face.
Emy: Her new found sensitivity to sound is driving her insane. She is currently floating her agitated arse in an isolation chamber. She holds her brooch in her hand, realizes she can no longer see her mother and starts to punch the side of the chamber. No one can hear. Blood drips from her knuckles. She starts to smile as salt stings her open wounds.
Cait: Sitting in the study with the Commander and Tom. She has been informed of the circumstances and looks on as the Commander outlines his plan. When the Commander mentions Kyra, Cait stands up and yells, “I will not have that bitch in my house!” Ariel appears in the doorway and all three adults turn in unison toward the small child.
Kyra: On her way to Duckhead. She is the plan. She sits in meditative silence on the private transport oblivious to the multi-hued lights flashing by.
Von: Refused to take no. He is with Kyra. His left hand has a firm grip on his right. It shakes anyway.
Rog and John: Making idle conversation. The Matutinal Mercy has not yet been delivered. The room is ice cold. Neither notice.
Yul: Still in hospital. Too high to wonder why. Too low to care.
Kieran: Closely watching events unfold.
The Unknowns: Closely watching Kieran.
Each time I read this, it takes a while before I can even begin to contemplate anything other than what they are thinking, feeling, and what lies ahead. Even without reading it, it comes to visit from time to time. That’s the power of your characters (of your writing).
Morning, x
Thank you Sweetest. You always were the one with the honest and kind heart. You walk your talk. That is why you are the most spectacular one of all, the queen of the harem, my one and only Diva!
Sweet dreams, Poppet, x
Thank you Sweetest. They were.