Saturday Snippet–Defining Moment Back to Blog
As I mentioned before, I’m going be doing something a bit different here on Saturdays. The fabulous Lauren Dane has organized a diverse group of authors–and we’ll be presenting “Saturday Snippets” for your viewing/reading pleasure. Each week, we will focus on different themes.
This week’s theme? A defining moment. I pulled this excerpt from my current release, IMMORTAL DANGER, because I really felt it showed a defining character moment for my heroine:
For just a moment, she could hear his voice so clearly in her mind.
And she could hear the echo of pain.
Blinding agony, crushing him, all around—burying him alive—
Then, in an instant, their sudden connection was severed.
“Adam!” She screamed his name, not really caring if anyone—vamp, chameleon, human, whatever—heard her. Adam was in trouble.
She began running, going straight ahead, following the reverberations she felt—the shaking walls, the tumbling rocks. She knew it was crazy to run toward the cave-in, but—
But maybe she was crazy, because she was convinced that Adam was in there, that he’d been hurt.
Dust hit her. A thick rising cloud of dirt and dust. She swiped her hand through it, hurried forward. She caught the faint scent of rotting flesh, ignored the sudden prickling of her nape that told her a vamp was nearby.
Adam needed her.
It would be the vamp’s lucky night. If he was smart and stayed the hell out of her way, he’d get out of there alive, or well, undead.
But if he got in her way…
She found the room. Saw the horrible, thick pile of rocks, and knew, knew that Adam was beneath the rubble. Their blood link was strong, she realized. She’d heard his cry, found him through the maze of darkness.
Her nails lengthened into claws. She couldn’t hear his heartbeat. Couldn’t hear him breathing. Because he wasn’t.
No. “Adam.” His name was a whisper on her lips. He couldn’t be dead. Not so fast.
“Dammit, I told you to wait for me.” So many rocks. So much weight. If he were under there, he would have been crushed beyond recognition. At the very least—
She climbed over the bigger rocks, crawling and fighting her way to the back of the room. That was where the scent of blood was strongest.
Don’t be dead. Dammit, Adam, hold on! The cry was in her mind, and soon, blood was streaming down her hands.
But Maya didn’t stop. She pulled the rocks away, one at time, scratched through the chunks of sandstone, dug through the rock and grime.
Her claws broke. Her fingertips ripped open.
But she didn’t stop.
Even though she was very, very afraid of what she’d find at the bottom of that pile.
Want to read more Defining Moments? Here is a list of all the participating authors: