favorite phrase of the day

[disclaimer: this is an excerpt of my second book and may contain spoilers if you’ve not read first]

Same as she always did during these visits, Sami tried to ignore his red-rimmed, bloodshot eyes, ruddy face, the way he sniffed back his tears and fought a runny nose, the way he avoided her gaze. Turning the car around in the tiny space and edging it down the hill took all of his attention, but still she could see his finely chiseled profile no matter how he held or turned his head. As surreptitiously as she was able, with as gentle a touch as she possessed, she pushed her left hand beneath his hair to lay it on his back. All this time. All these years. And his love, his pain, his grief still as fresh as they had been in 1966. She couldn’t begin to imagine what he felt or what he might be thinking. And she didn’t want to. But she wanted to comfort him if only she knew how. Her seeming inability in this left her empty and afraid.

excerpt from work in progress, Midnight’s Heir.

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Author: Mari Adkins

Appalachian gothic fiction writer - my works reflect a love of literature flavored by the darkness and magic residing in these ancient mountains. In my spare time, I'm a Simmer, I tumbl, I journal, but I always have a very strange sense of humor. I have lived away from the mountains and lived deep in the mountains. I currently live in Central Kentucky with my lifepartner and his cat. The mountains, their culture, their superstitions, their particular magics, will always be in my blood.