lol MsJacquii said this would be a great title...I agreed. Thank you MSJac
OK, here we go; I have been looking for a writing partner. I have one that I am sure of, possibly two. I wild imagination is good but someone good with words is a plus. In return, you'll get a partner that has a wild imagination, though the spelling is a bit poor. Oh, PS, my punctuation is not all that great either, lol....But I am always honest.
You will take credit for the work/book, get a percentage of all money and...lets not forget, the joy of breathing life into an excellent story. Below you will find a few different parts to two books. If you would, have a look, think about it and see what you can add, or improve.
Hysterical pounding at their door had Triton and Margaret sitting straight up in bed. Like lightening, Triton jumped out of bed and rushed to the door, flung it open. What greeted him caused panic to set in.
On the other side, stood Reinald, his first in command and most trusted friend. His clothes were saturated with blood and the left side of his cheek had a three-inch gash running crossed it.
“What in the name of Aries happened to you Reinald?”
“Three strangers attacked me while I slept My Lord, if it weren't’t for Roaden and his friends Smith and Jeremiah I’d be dead. We did manage to capture two of them, but the third one died in battle.”
When Margaret heard her oldest sons name mentioned, she quickly got out of bed, put her housecoat on and rushed to the door, “What was Roaden doing there? Is he all right?
Trev verily escaped his attackers, but not without a few battle scores of his own. Now he had to make it out of this place alive and try to figure out what was going on.
Why had those men tried to kill him? How did they know about his eccentric abilities?
The sound of a car close by, caught his attention, quickly, he ducked low and made his way closer, until the car came into view.
The hair on Trev’s body stood on edge as he sensed Butch, but that was impossible, Butch was dead.
When the sent become distinct, Trev felt his muscles tighten, all of his nerves felt alive and ready to explode. All of these years the bastard had been alive and rebuilding his army.
Trev sensed Butch closing in fast from behind him. He knew in his weakened state he didn’t stand a chance in hell and if he didn’t act fast, his life would be snuffed out.
