This week I am back to reading fiction: historical crime suspense. A book I am finding difficult to put down, the prose is so well written that it carries you forward. Two recently read sentences are from The Anatomy of Deception by Lawrence Goldstone, a book I will be doing the next review on:
“At Christmas 1887, fifteen months before this story began, the world was introduced to a fictional character destined for such immeasurable acclaim that he would overwhelm his creator’s efforts to be done with him. The essence of this character’s appeal was not derring-do, as in the dime novels of Beadle & Adams, but rather in his uncanny ability to unravel a set of data that had stumped lesser men and proceed to a logical and incisive conclusion.”
As a continuation from last week’s two sentences from my draft dark fantasy WIP, Keeper 2, where a group of travelers are carefully making their way along an old trail on an outcropping of rock. Here are the following three sentences:
“She kept her eyes on Stefan’s shoulder to avoid looking down; and her foot slipped again, this time over the edge. Although she knew better than to look down on a long climb, Maggie glanced to see empty space beneath her. She gasped, feeling a surge of vertigo.”
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