Welcome to Snippet Sunday on Darkling Dreams!

Where writers come together to share a few sentences (8-10) of their current project — whether it’s a recently released novel, a WIP (work in progress), or an older manuscript that’s being revived. Intended to hook readers, gather feedback and build an author’s fan base, Snippet Sunday is the FB group that does all three.

In honor of me taking a dive off the deep end into more insanity for the month with NaNoWriMo, I am continuing my snippets from the fantasy novel I am working on for NaNo, Darkness Becomes Her. Though I have had a total author crisis and am realizing that title works so much better with a book down the line in the series. So guess what? That title is probably changing soon. To what though, I have not a clue yet. Let’s just say my snippets will be from Book 1 of the Dark Heir Chronicles now. (If I ever figure out that new title, I will change this, but we all know how titles go…)

Previously on Sunday Snippets: Four year old Heather was being dragged, bound and gagged, through the manor home of her kidnapper’s in a magic filled realm towards the fate that is to befall her now at the hands of he woman clad in black. Now she is been taken down to the lowest level of the manor, the dungeons.

Skipping ahead a couple paragraphs from last week’s snippet, they have now reached the door at the end of the hall and gone inside. (Some sentences may have been creatively punctuated to fit the ten sentence limit.)

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Once inside, the woman lit another fireball in her hand from what seemed like thin air to Heather and she tossed it around the edges of the room, lighting fire torches spread sporadically around on the walls. With the room now lit up enough to see, Heather’s eyes widened in terror at the scene before her.

In the middle of the room was a table with restraints attached to it, the wood dark and even darker in some places like blood had stained and soaked into it. Lining the walls to her right were a series of cupboards and drawers like one might find in a kitchen — some of them had open doors on them and she could see a wide variety of things inside that she couldn’t even place: jars, pouches, sharp instruments, and much more filled them.

Hanging to the side of one cupboard was a collection of small knives and daggers, along with various other odd looking tools, all of which were wicked looking. To one wall was what looked like a desk, journals and papers stacked neatly upon it.

If those things weren’t enough to make her heart pound and her body tremble, what was on the left side of the room was. The whole side of the room was a cell, like a holding cell — the iron bars were black and foreboding, stretching across the width of the room completely. On the wall inside it was a set of chains attached to the stone and hanging down. The barred door to the cell was left open, and that was where the woman was dragging Heather to.

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This story is not yet on Wattpad because it is my baby that I hope to publish one day, and if no one will publish me, I am self publishing. But it’s also not on Wattpad because it’s in first draft phases yet. So there will be no “if you wish to read more…” And I do technically have a cover made but since my little crisis in changing the title…that’s going to change now, too.

However! If you wish to read anything else that I do have finished, you can hop on over to my profile on Wattpad and check out what I have to offer. I love to hear any and all feedback on my work as well. Comments are greatly appreciated, as are the reads.

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