I’m not sure if everyone was wrapped up in the eclipse yesterday, but I live in the path of totality, so I witnessed a pretty nifty thing. It was surreal, beautiful, and probably one of the most amazing things I have witnessed in nature. (Note: the photo was taken by a super-cool friend of mine, Shawn Porter. And yes, that is what totality looked like. Amazing!)
Anyway, I know you are all anxious for news on Pirate Consort. It’s going really well, should be available soon. Still on track for a release by the end of summer.
Here, have a brief snippet:
Mercy stopped outside of the closed doors beside Dem. He waited, as silent and patient as a statue, while she stood and thought about what she was about to do. The small of her back felt hot, and nausea made her swallow. Damn, she didn’t want to walk into that room. If Cannon were here, she’d have felt much better about this.
But then, if Cannon were here, she wouldn’t need to do it at all.
Are any of them empaths? She sent the words to Dem telepathically, not willing to risk speaking them aloud.
Well, she had that going for her, at least.
They may try to penetrate your shields, however. To test you.
Her brows drew down as a kernel of anger started to burn inside of her. She held onto it, preferring that over the butterflies of uncertainty and dread.
And what will happen if they penetrate my shields?
A spark of cold chilled the depths of Dem’s eyes. They will not.
Wait. Mercy stared at him. Gingerly, she probed outside of her shields and felt another barrier, a solid wall of Talent. No. You can’t protect me.
Dem’s eyebrows rose. Mercy—
No, Dem. These are vicious, violent men and women who are just waiting for me to slip up, for an opportunity to prove I’m either not strong enough to be Queen, or not trustworthy enough. I can’t walk into that room with you shielding me from whatever they might throw my way.
Very well. The barrier vanished. Mercy couldn’t be sure, but she thought the corner of his mouth might have twitched before he caught it. Dem’s version of almost smiling.
For fuck’s sake. She rolled her eyes. I don’t need you testing me, too.
She turned and strode forward, using her telekinesis to throw open the doors.