I’m copyediting, which is both a very intense and at times a very tedious job. So in lieu of an exciting and long-winded blog post (that no one reads) this morning, I’m giving you a short excerptlet from For Darkness Shows the Stars.
At last she was alone, and of course she returned to the barn. The sky had turned the colors of Post overcoats as the sun set, and now stars winked at the edge of the jagged black horizon. The barn was dark, and the familiar sound of lowing cattle had been replaced with the soft shuffling and snorts of the new horses. Elliot leaned her head against the door and sighed. The darkness was another relief. He hadn’t come here.
Elliot lit a lantern. As always, her eyes went first to the knot of wood near the floor by the entrance. It was a habit she’d been unable to break in four years. And, just like every other time in the past four years, the knothole remained empty.
There. That oughta hold you.