“If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world.”
― C.S. Lewis
Every day faded away just the same. Waking hours spent dodging mirrors, wringing hands, and keeping secrets melted into the dull shadows of night, and then sleep. Once she was asleep, her heart, mind, and soul sought out places that held no memories for her. Each new experience was a balm to soothe her past, and there was an all-encompassing presence of comfort that greeted and guided her time there. Upon waking, she always felt thankful for these respites, never questioning the nature of her dreams or the origin of that guiding presence. Breena always assumed it was God.
This is the introduction to my first novel, Acephalous, which is still in the editing/rewriting phase. Posting this for you all to read is a very exciting moment. It’s the first time anyone other than my husband is reading from the story. It’s a big deal. So, please, tell me what you think in the comments. I aim to post snippets weekly, but don’t worry; I won’t post anything that will give the ending away. As you see more of the story unfold, I’ll revise according to what you guys say works or does not work. Also, feel free to share this post via the share links below, but please do not delete information linking it to this page or claim the words as your own. This is my livelihood here.
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