Captain’s Log, November 12th, 2009.
I apologize if these logs of late are getting short. But hey, they may be bland but the book is anything but!
So, maybe I should finally show you an excerpt. It doesn’t reveal too much in plot details, but it should give you an idea of what to expect in the style of it.
She said, “Come find me,” and he thought he heard an angel sing.
The room was dark, lit fitfully by flashes of occasional lightning, and surrounded by the sound of the cold rain streaked tapping panes of glass. James woke up calmly, his breath a little heavy but none the worse for wear. He didn’t muster musings of the human condition, or philosophic thoughts about how subconscious and the conscious dance a waltz where it’s accepted one can switch the lead at almost any time.
James just woke up.
But the residue of her remained. It clung to him, like the film of water from a bath when all the water’s drained but the body’s still relaxed, steaming warmth against the cooling air. She was on his tongue and in his hair, and though his waking mind had not yet registered the importance of that dream, it was soaking slowly in the sponge of him.
He looked at the clock. Red toned numbers quietly glowed 03:00 AM. He grunted, grimaced and rolled over. He closed his eyes and almost saw her.
“Damn it,” he spit the words into his pillow.
The rain continued.
Who is this woman that needs this man to come find her? What does it have to do with all those strange and wondrous plot points I’ve mentioned already?
You’ll see soon enough. :)
Let me know what you think of it.
Also, this post and the contents therein are, as usual, copyright Matt Booker, all rights reserved.