Chapter 14 of my novel in production, Extinguished, is in the books. Tomorrow, I begin chapter 15 of the first draft and the continuing journey of my little demon hunting, firefighting sweetheart. Yes, I fall in love with my characters. What’s the point of writing their story if you don’t? It feels like only yesterday that I wrote the intro to the first chapter which would set her story in motion. I was sitting in a hotel room on a foggy, San Francisco day with a simple idea and a lot of caffeine…
“The tears finally gave in to gravity and fell toward the floor with great velocity. Splashing silently atop her polished boots, a tiny hint of the light spectrum could be seen through the young girl’s clouded eyes as though it were the only illumination in the fading evening glow through the skylight. Instances such as this were becoming more and more frequent. Inhaling deeply to hide any signs of her current sadness sat a firefighter by the name of Angel Burns. The irony of her name was a cruel fate on this day as she perched atop the rear step of the rescue vehicle marked number 33.
She realized all too late that sucking in her tears was one of the bigger mistakes she could’ve made. The overwhelming smell from the gasoline fumes and tires heated by the afternoon sun burned her senses. If her eyes weren’t already so full of tears they would’ve been anyway. A small price to pay, though. The last thing Angel wanted any of them to see was the fact that she was nearing her breaking point.
Angel could hear the early signs of a radio crackle and she prepared for the worst. In the seconds before the voice revealed itself, her mind raced wondering exactly what useless task the powers-that-be had in store. Last week, it had been the solo washing of the fire engines while forced to wear nothing but her T Shirt and cargo shorts. The men watched anxiously from the stairway landing in hopes a nipple would poke through the fabric caused by contact with the frigid water. Angel was a slave in this man’s profession and began to wonder if the unemployment line was a better solution than following her passion. No fucking way.”
Then…the story introduces some demonic shit and everything goes to Hell! It was a short story at first but my beta readers demanded more. I soon outlined an entire novel.
Angel Burns is a young fire fighter with a shrouded history. During a routine night at work, she accidentally stumbles upon a demonic ceremony that brings her memories out of hiding…as well as her repressed supernatural powers. Angel soon learns that her life was intended for something greater than extinguishing fires for mortals as she dives deeper into the demonic underworld. Now on the payroll of the Vatican, Angel embarks upon an epic quest to protect the Gutenberg Bibles from the clutches of evil. If successful, she will secure peace for generations to come. If she fails, the power of the ancient books will be unleashed to possess the most powerful figure on the face of the planet!
Stay tuned, my loyalists.