Welcome to the inaugural post of our new feature, WIP-It Wednesdays where any of the authors of HERE BE MAGIC might drop by to give you a glimpse at one (or more) of our Works-In-Progress.
PG Forte: Here's a brief (unedited) excerpt from All Through The Night-— Ugly Christmas Sweater story featuring characters from my Children of Night series.
“Well,” Drew said after a moment, shaking off his melancholy mood yet again, pushing the memories away more firmly this time. “I don’t know how we got off onto that sorry tangent. Let’s talk of something more pleasant, shall we?”
“All right,” Heather replied agreeably. For the rest of the way home they chatted about entirely mundane matters: holiday decorations in the stores they passed, people they knew in common, the weather, and—apparently most important of all—what sort of present Heather should get Marc for Christmas.
Drew nodded in commiseration, trying hard to quell the small flare of jealousy. “I can see how it would be difficult. What do you get for the vampire who has everything?”
“Exactly. Only it’s not a joke. I know I’m never going to be able to top last year’s gift, but I’d like to at least try and get him something a little bit memorable.”
“What did you get him last year?” Drew asked curiously. Heather smiled in smug satisfaction. “Ancient scrolls. In Latin! He said it was the best gift he ever got.”
“Ah, that's right. I was there when you gave them to him, wasn’t I?”
“Yes, you were.”
“I remember now. That was quite a night.”
He remembered more than just the scrolls themselves. He remembered Heather’s excitement at having found them, the pleasure she’d taken in presenting them to Marc. It was the first time Drew had seen her since Marc had taken her under his wing, so to speak, and he had been amazed by the progress she’d made. She was no longer the bedraggled feral kitten he’d kicked out of his bar. She was delightful, enchanting, sparkling with newfound confidence. Looking back, Drew was pretty sure that was the night he’d first started falling in love with her.
Ironic, really, that those scrolls should illustrate so perfectly exactly why he and Heather could never be together. She thought the scrolls were ancient. He’d been alive long before they’d been penned.
Yay, more Children of the Night!
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