If you’ve been following along with me lately, I’m sure you’ve noticed that
I’ve completely lost my mind I’m in the beginning stages of publishing my novelette, THE UNNAMED.
This weekend I start formatting the documents for ebook publication.
I’ve heard formatting can be daunting but I’m up for the challenge. Of course, I’ll probably be bald and babbling like an idiot by the time I’m done. So I’ll leave you with an excerpt to wet your appetite until you can feast on the whole thing.
Azazel stormed into the dank, underground room. “Why was I summoned?”
The servants and guards looked at him and then each other. He could taste their anxiety on the air. Something was wrong.
He squinted his eyes and looked around. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. At least nothing he could see. He sniffed a few times. No brimstone or sulfur lingered, which meant no other demon had entered his domain. But the servants were obviously frightened by something.
Lenore appeared beside him. “What is the meaning of this? What is going on?”
A woman stepped forward. Azazel recognized her as one of the nursemaids that had helped with the birth the day before. “It’s the child. We don’t know what to do with it.” She pointed to the cell in the back corner of the room.
“Is it sick? Dying?” He followed as Lenore led the way to the chamber. They each peaked through the small, barred window.
A child, of maybe four or five years of age, sat in the middle of the floor playing with wooden blocks. It turned and faced them. Her pale, white skin and silver white hair contrasted with the deep, red of her eyes.
Lenore stepped slowly away from the door and raised her hand to her mouth. Azazel rolled his eyes and inhaled deeply. He looked to the nursemaid for an explanation.
“We found her like that. When we came into feed her and change her,” the nursemaid said.
“And?” Azazel asked. “Did she do something or say something that would warrant my presence?” He was beginning to lose his patience with these humans.
“Then what’s the problem?”
“That’s her,” Lenore said and stepped back again. “The child that was born yesterday.”