Friday 14 June 2019

Night Must Always Come - First hundred words

I've been playing with the first 100 words of some of my books. To avoid cutting off in the middle of a sentence, I'll go to 100 and then add the rest of the sentence in question. Here's the first hundred words of one of my older gothic romances; Night Must Always Come

            Sumpter and Sumpter, Solicitors and Attorneys, 15C,
said the sign.
Susannah Ashendon glared at it as she stepped into the elevator, on the last leg of her unwilling journey to see her solicitor— and cousin— Farley Sumpter.
Farley knew she hated coming to the city just now. He could quite easily have mailed whatever papers needed signing or brought them over to Oakhurst himself on his way home— but then, of course he wouldn’t. He’d be much too scared she’d drag him twice round Yosemite or whisk him way over to Yellowstone and feed him to Old Faithful. In fact, he probably thought Old Faithful was at Yosemite, like the bears.

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