Sunday, October 22, 2017

#SixSentenceSunday ~ The Wolf's Pewter Witch pt.1

Good Sunday morning, Michele and I will be sharing from the same WIP this morning. We have a little update. While working on His Fallen Clockwork Angel, we realized there was another story that should have been told first. The Wolf's Pewter Witch, is that story. It's Ezra and Clara's tale, and we promise you won't be disappointed. So, today we're sharing excerpt from their book. And if you haven't picked up your copy of London Calling, you can do so now. At the end of the post you'll find the links for the book!


“Whoa, dad!” Grant climbed out of Ezra’s arms. “They’re all here. Grandmother, do you see? They’re all here!” He went to Mr. Tinnin first. “You’re him.” He stuck his hand out the window. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Tinnin and Dr. Brew, I’m Grant Howell Blakely.”
The deranged fellow appeared taken aback by the forwardness of Ezra’s son. “Evenin’ boyo.” He took the boy’s hand in a light grip.
Grant then turned his attention to Jonah. “You’re the leader here. Mr. McRae, Jonah McRae. You’re a vampire and this...” His lips curled into the biggest smile Ezra had ever seen on the boy’s face. “Is your Beloved, Miss Annabelle Craig.”
“Well aren’t you a fountain of knowledge,” Annabelle teased.
“I know all of you. My grandmother has told me all about your adventures. One story a night before bed.” The boy grew very serious as he leaned in. “Did you really fight a horde of zombies?”
“We did,” Andres said from across the room where he sipped his tea. “You didn’t tell us about young master Grant, Mr. Blakely.”
Ezra rubbed the back of his neck. “Protecting what’s mine, I suppose. I didn’t want anyone to think they could go after my boy.”
Omer’s form became more corporal. “Well it certainly has been working.”
“Amazing,” Grant whispered. “Are you really as old as my grandmother says?”
Omer’s lips twitched. “Perhaps much older.”
“Where are the others?” Grant glanced at his father. “There are a few missing.”
“They are out tonight, protecting the city,” Annabelle answered. “Can’t leave London unprotected, can we?”

Grant shook his head. “No, ma’am.”


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