I’m picking up where I left off last Sunday with my wip and sequel to That Kind of Magic. Last week, our hero, Jarrod, was stepping into another world to search for the bad guy.
Talisman’s was still visible, though seeing it was like looking through dirty, scratched up and wavy glass. A hissing kind of hum pressed against Jarrod’s ears as if it had a real weight to it. Jarrod ignored the tickling vibration.
A flash of movement to his right caught his eye. He looked in that direction, caught a snatch of grayish red, heard a girlish giggle and running feet. Not Brian.