Novel in Progress *Edit*

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Paranormal

Contemporary

A work in progress

Life throws you a curve ball and then you just have to bury it.

A woman living in Montreal finds a bowl hidden in her wall. Life becomes centered around this artifact while major changes are happening to her career. Meanwhile there is a cult of angry women lead by a crazy crone who want the bowl or her life.

EXCERPT #1... After a last minute check of all tools and artefacts I step into the circle and complete the last 2 inches of the chalk circle drawing. After many years of practicing meditation and voiding my mind of all thought it doesn’t take me long before I get into a state where the worlds start to meld together. Our world and the world of astral beings and fine lines between insanity and sound mind form on this plane of existence. I start going around the circle calling each quarter and the elements to accompany me. The ritual is said in Latin and items are from different cultures set around, a true Choate at heart. Tingling energy builds up as the climax nears but something in the pit of my stomach says there is still something wrong.

Un edited excerpts and plots ideas from my novel in progress. Any ideas to add or novel titles you think the would be cool please do comment them below. With Heart, Z

Sage Dubois has been targeted ever since she has found a bowl in her wall with the help of her servitude Ooranna. Lyle, the friendly neighbourhood college boy tries to help her with his shady contacts. Long time pal Marty hangs in the dark waiting for her next call for his help. Loki her mentor knows more than he tells.

EXCERPT #2... I must have knocked a little too hard on the door along with ringing the bell a few too many times but hey it’s freezing cold out here in the snow and wind. Lyle answers the door very dishevelled and grumpily answers without opening his eyes. Risky if you ask me. “Um Lyle, I am in big shit and no where to sleep.” At the sound of my voice he opens his eyes in shock and looks me over once and bids me in. He notices I am only dressed in house coat carrying the bowl and wearing my ceremonial pentacle. “Can you help me?? “Sage what the bloody hell?!? Are you hurt?” He quickly looks for his cloths as he tries to cover up his underwear clad body. His sculpted butt showing through his tight boxer briefs as he bends over to get his pants. ....

Just a note about this work in progress. As some already know it was accidentally deleted, the only copy, and now has been revised and will have a big change in plot line. Will be writing it for the Nanowrimo challenge. Will have new glog with new excerpts. Much more organised this year.