My first release will be the YA paranormal/fantasy Secrets of the Tenari. However, did you know that my roots are buried in adult fiction? Here’s a short excerpt from a book I’ve begun to shop, the first in a science fantasy series.
~The early morning sun broke over the horizon as the man lay crouched in the grass. Small insects made a meal of his skin, but they were of little consequence to him. He had long ago become immune to their attacks and the red-root salve he rubbed on his body daily, would soon show them how foolish it was that they used him to please their appetites. It was a wicked repellent, one that drew them in, made them believe he was the best thing they had ever tasted, then, after a time, it proved lethal and they would fall from his body; become one again with the grass. The grass he lay in. Waiting.
He never grew tired of this game, respected his opponents and was often left in awe at the agility, the grace with which they competed. He was the hunter, they the hunted. If he did not kill, he did not eat, his family would not eat, so there was no choice. Movement.
She was a beauty, this cami he saw before him. She stood on four slender legs, had a brown shiny coat and was covered in white spots that told of her gender and maturity. For a moment he thought she might have young but quickly abandoned the idea, knowing that if that were the case, they would be by her side. These animals seldom left their young alone. They were too many dangers in these plains, where his kind was far from the only predator.
As she grazed, she failed to notice the dark skin of the man hidden deep in the brown grass. Grass dried by a sun that was sometimes relentless with its heat. He could hear, if he listened closely, the gentle tugs at the earth as she ate to her heart’s content. He listened, all the while inching slowly forward, intent on his mission. Still the animal did not move, there was no cause for alarm, so silent was he.~