Here's what I'm currently working on. It's still in its early stages and is a work in progress. Enjoy!
It was everywhere.
There wasn’t a place he could lay his hand that didn’t come back covered and as Aidan lifted his fingers to his brow, the fading sun caused the redness of the liquid to take on a more sinister hue.
As if being bathed in blood could get any more sinister, he chuckled to himself.
There really wasn’t anything funny about the situation but for the life of him, he couldn’t seem to stop the wave of hysteria that threatened to overcome him. It started somewhere in the base of his chest and rose with such force, to ignore it, to stifle it, would cause more pain than what it was worth.
Should anyone at that moment stumble upon him, he would look like a mad man – sitting there in the middle of a dirty, rat infested alley, cradling in his arms the lifeless body of a woman, her heart finally stopped as the last of her life blood trickled slowly from her.
With one glance at his disheveled appearance, clothes caked with blood that was already beginning to dry and skin smeared with the sticky gore, people would be screaming for the authorities.
Aidan knew he needed to come to his senses, that he needed to remove himself quickly from the situation but still he sat there, rocking back and forward, his bloodstained hands roughly smoothing over the hair of his victim as if to comfort her in her passing.
- The Curse of Illusions, historical romance
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