It’s a damn shame the best thing I’ve written is a sound.
But here we are.
Shriiiiiiiirk
It gives chills. I can see it. Hawk, his sister over his shoulder, dragging that axe behind him.
Good lord. It’s perfect. It’s debilitating.
I can imagine the others watching in awe. Silence. Avoiding eye contact.
And Aubrey is there. He sees it. The idea in his head forms instantly.
The axe.
Daisy.
The carnage.
The Death Daisies.
Book 3 will explode from this scene.
It’s too bad they’re all going to die on a bridge.
Shkiiiiiiiiiirk
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