SFFS 27/6/2015 Impcatcher

This is my snippet this week for SFFSat. SFFSat is a place where a number of authors post snippets from their written works, and give the opportunity for comments, support and encouragement. Please also explore the other blogs that are part of this set - you can find the information here.


Today I reveal the first snippet from Impcatcher, the new novel I am in the process of releasing. I haven't yet got a release date, and the cover is still in preparation, but hey, it's progressing! The manuscript is complete and edited - expect to see more about Impcatcher in the next few weeks!

 Without more ado or further explanation, I reveal for your entertainment the first dozen or so lines of the novel.

A high-pitched, manic giggle cut through the velvet blackness of the wine cellar as the echo of breaking glass faded. I took a deep breath, and the alcoholic fumes from the shattered bottle left me feeling light-headed for a moment. I had dropped the lamp when I dodged the missile. Doing this job, there's no way I'd use a modern bound-imp lamp, so I'm stuck with an oil lantern. The glass had not survived the accident, and now the old stone chamber was stygian. A slight clacking sound to my left, like a big rat in tap shoes, hinted at my quarry’s location. It was trusting to the darkness and my lowly human eyes to conceal it. I glowered into the gloom. This had been supposed to be an easy job. Lady Varra had said the tyke was only a recent arrival, a weak little refugee without the experience to be troublesome.

A sudden rattle of movement warned me that said weak little refugee was endeavouring to be thoroughly troublesome.

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