...'I found myself at a small, round table far removed from my intended path, accompanied by a lone Asian-looking guy and his drink. Immediately, I knew I was in the wrong place. His lips pulled back in a quiet snarl, and he raised his head, the flickering light illuminating a longish face that would’ve been handsome if it hadn’t been so angry. Haunting wolf eyes glared at me, their natural grace impeded by drink, watering and tinged with sorrow.
He took a long draught of the syrupy green concoction in his glass, finishing it, then slammed the glass on the table, the noise barely audible over the surrounding din. 'So, they send a pretty girl with dark eyes and light hair. Was it the poem for Miko? Was it that last trace of hope in anything good and pure, you filth?' He tilted his head to the side, then gave me a look like I had just microwaved a puppy. His tone, so harsh and accusatory, made me feel guilty even though I didn’t know what I had done.
It took me a long moment to manage a 'What?'
His mouth emitted a bitter laugh. 'There is no need for deceptions. I sense your power, and I have drugged myself weak; I recognize what is inevitable. But before you kill me, I want you to know that you are pure evil.' ...
Characters, setting, and above excerpt copyright T. S. Barnett. He's generally amenable to requests to read his novel; just email me at the link on my main page and I'll pass the request on to him.
Pencil on bond, an illustration done for my husband's incredible novel. I didn't achieve the level of realism with this one that I normally strive for, but I'm happy with it nonetheless.
You can definitely expect more artwork based upon this novel to show up in my gallery soon.