My unofficial entry for Six Sentence Sunday. With so much going on this week, I kinda forgot to sign up. But I’ll be ready for next Sunday. ;)

For a full FAQ as to what this is, you can find it HERE.

Be sure to check out my previous installments for Six Sentence Sunday, as this is a continuation of that. Keep in mind that this story has no title, as of yet. My aim is to keep sharing 6 more sentences of this story with you all every Sunday as I go along. Hopefully, by the time it’s said and done, the book will be completed and ready for release.

Enjoy!

Beginning: 9/11/2011, Next: 9/18/2011, Next: 9/25/2011
Next: 10/2/2011, Next: 10/9/2011, Next: 10/16/2011, Next: 10/23/2011, Next: 10/30/2011
Next: 11/6/2011, Next: 11/13/2011, Next: 11/20/2011

 

 

“She must have hit her head harder than we thought, mates,” Drohmn Kuskir replied as he hopped off of his horse and left it lazing nearby as he strode in our direction.

My eyes widened as I recognized his face as that of Michael Thornton, a British actor who lived in Soho. Inhaling deeply, I assessed each one of them from head to toe and tried to process the fact that I had, indeed, seen them all before. No . . . this can’t be! I’ve surely lost my mind. I know them and yet they’re not who they seem to be.

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