Friday, August 10, 2012

First Five Friday – The Prophet and the Crown 2: Descent (WIP)

Scene 2

            A merciless hand snagged her long brown curls and yanked her backwards.  Then another hand, cold and strong as steel, clutched her throat.  That hand slammed her to the concrete floor.  Pain crushed in from the back of her skull, and all the air left her body.  

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