Snippets

Okay, honoring Maddy's request, here are the opening paragraphs of four of the books I'm sending out chapters for to hopefully catch the eye of agents, like puffing on a dandelion gone to seed. These won't have much meaning outside of the stories they belong to, but so what?

Also, I'm eventually going to start a fiction blog. I'll let you know when that's up and running.

Book 1:

"The labyrinthine swirl of steel and glass spread-eagled before him in incomparable complexity, a puzzle without a solution, dazzling, almost fractal in the endless iterations that seemed to replicate themselves in the same, pointless pattern. Shiny metal painted glossy reds and pumpkin glazes, champagne toasts and golf-course greens between lavender blues and ski-slope silvers, egg yolk yellows competed with broken-shell whites—and if the colors weren’t enough, there were people milling endlessly between them, coming, going, back and forthing, without rhyme or reason."

Book 2:

"Let’s be straight: I’m not some skanky homewrecker, okay? Nick came along with his own issues, and I just happened to be there, and I thought he needed some help, so I helped. It’s not my fault that he got divorced. Okay, maybe it’s partly my fault, but the baggage was there way before I came along."

Book 3:

"I used to be Jack Deth, like the guy from Trancers except that I’m not like him cuz he’s old and slicked back, while I’m young and spiked up. But I liked his name, so I took it. And they took it from me. Just like that. Now I’m 'Jack Jealous' for anyone paying attention."

Book 4:

"They came for Lynch before sunrise. Nothing fancy, just the gleam of a flashlight in his face and the point of a pistol to his forehead."