Tuesday Tales: 7-1-2014 Kestrel by Flossie Benton Rogers

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My snippet comes from Kestrel, a WIP I’m just now revisiting from 2011 NaNoWriMo. This week’s word prompt is SEA.

Expressionless, Kestrel eyed the terror stricken prisoner crouching before her chair. Filthy rags hung off a frame about as meaty as a skeleton. He reeked of the grave, like a person stuck underground instead of near the relentless surge of the sea. Its rhythmic roar played in the background but gave her no solace at the moment.

His life might hang in the balance, but hers also waxed or waned with the judgments she rendered.

The burly guard cuffed the man on the ear. “Stiffen that spine, vermin, and look straight at The Kestrel. Show her what your true colors be so’s we can cut the lights on this sideshow.”

She hid a frown as she perused the unkempt state of the man. She thought all the renegades had been weeded out. What hell hole had served to hide his puny carcass all this time? “What’s your name, prisoner?”

He opened his mouth, and no sound came out. His neck bobbled as he swallowed. “V-Varn Wheatley.”

She stared into his eyes, allowing her mind to expand and drift. Only then could she get to the truth of him. Sliding a palm to her midriff, she dosed heated protection into her solar plexis while allowing her awareness to seek his essence. A golden tendril trickled out from her and pricked at him, testing his humanity.

Like a flash his engorged pupils narrowed to slits and then back again to round. The eyes shifted again, and another face emerged. The cold gray hide of a cunning reptile. She shuddered at the icy slither hidden behind the mask of terror.

Movement off to the side brought her attention back to the here and now. The guard clapped a beefy hand onto the man’s shoulder. “There be two more after this one, Seeress, and time is short. What’s your pronouncement?”

She blinked her eyes to refocus on the man before her. Cringing, he bit his lip.

Only one word was needed to seal his fate. She pointed a finger at the man. “Demon.”

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Cheers & Happy Reading!

Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic with Paranormal Fantasy Romance

By Flossie Benton Rogers

Paranormal romance author who loves to shake the edges of reality.

19 comments

  1. Oohhh, scary! I love how she’s able to see behind the visible to the naked eye. I’m intrigued by her and want to know more. You’ve sucked me into this story in one brief scene.Fabulous!

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