Six Sentence Sunday

What fun! This is my first go at Six Sentence Sunday (more info here). With no further ado, I present six sentences from my current manuscript, BITERS, a young adult futuristic romance:

“Going somewhere?”

I know that voice – and I know it well. I know how it sounds as it laughs and teases, coaxing my own laughter in response. I know how it sounds offering tender words of comfort while I’m so overcome with the biting pain of grief that my sobs come out as screams. And I know how it sounds as it whispers in my ear causing a reaction so pleasurable that my knees weaken and my heart flutters.

Ironically, my knees weaken now – from dread not desire.

Seasons and Sisterhood

My mother had the most beautiful negligees from her wedding shower and what not. Four or five ethereal, knee-length, white, cream and pastel dresses with layered skirts and matching peignoirs. Being the incredibly generous person that she is, she let her three daughters run amok wearing her gowns, despite of the likelihood of tears and grass stains. My sisters and I danced around our seven-acre farm in the moonlight, pretending to be fairies, and princesses, and elves. So when I created the image of the four seasons in “Saint George and the Dragon,” I tried to instill the mood and magic of that special time in my life.