First, since there was so much interest, here is the link where I got the meter from - http://www.writertopia.com/toolbox/meters. They have two styles. the bigger one is cooler but won’t fit on this layout
I am going to be virtually nonexistent during October working on book 5. I’ve set my email to autoreply and, except for two days a week, I have sworn off my Facebook, Twitter, Pintrest, and even my email. If you contact me via these channels and I don’t answer immediately, that’s why.
In the meantime, please enjoy a random, unedited snippet from Heart of the Raven:
CONTAINS SPOILERS for Ashes of Deceit. If you haven’t read that book yet, then read at your own risk.
“Good night, little one. Sweet dreams.”
Katelina mumbled the endearment back, but she had no intention of sleeping.
She was the only one.
If vampires snored, the din (in the plane) would have been deafening, but they didn’t. They slept as silent as the dead while Katelina sat rigid in her seat and prayed over and over not to crash. After an hour, her eyes were heavy and her bladder was insistent, so she risked a trip to the bathroom.
As Jorick guessed, it was towards the back of the cabin behind a polished door. Though more luxurious than a normal airplane toilet, it was still tiny, and she hurried.
She exited to find Verchiel sitting up on the couch, a magazine in his hands. She moved past him and he commented, “Still awake? After the big exciting day you had, I’m surprised you haven’t passed out. Not to mention all that glaring at me. That has to take a lot of energy.”
“Shouldn’t you be asleep?” she snapped back.
He lowered the magazine and shrugged. “Unlike you, I can always have an extra big snack and –boom- I’m refreshed. But it’s nice to know you worry.”
“I’m not worried. I just don’t want you irritating me.”
“You tell yourself that if it makes you feel better.” He stretched and yawned. “So what happened with that whisperer, anyway?”
She wrapped her arms around herself and shuddered. “I don’t want to talk about it, least of all with you!”
“You’re really determined to play this mad card, huh? All right, suit yourself. But when you get tired of it, let me know.” He gave her a wink and picked up his magazine. “I think I’ll finish this article then take a nap.”
She had nothing to say, so she strode to her seat and buckled herself in.