This is the prologue of the book I'm writing.
Two cloaked figures carefully made their way through the veil of wet mist that shrouded the manor of Duke Reckleford III and the surrounding estate.
“I feel a wall,” the shorter one whispered in a barely audible, young, feminine voice.
“You shouldn’t. According to the maps, we’re not even within a hundred paces outside the gates,” the taller person replied in an equally low voice with a distinct male tonality.
“Oh, oops,” said the girl with a quiet, nervous giggle as her hand slid off the rock she’d been running it along.
“Now is not the time for even one ‘oops,’” the young man said irritably. “Nor is it the time for being so loud; hush, now, or we’ll get caught!” Obediently, the girl dropped her head and tried to steady her breathing. They were so close! If they found what they were looking for (and she was sure they would), they would be immensely closer to their goal.
(continued...)
2007-11-30
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