Hi guys! Ko's story has definitely been taking on a life of its own. Exciting stuff! Well, she's not necessarily the most patient of types, so I won't dawdle. Since it's the 15th, here are 15 paragraphs from chapter 1 of Ko Book 1.
Yeah, the title's eventually gonna change.
Ko took out the glass cutters. Steady hands. Strong, steady hands. Interesting how much you could learn about a person by his hands. Like Ryuk’s. Skin stretched tight across. Veins popped up like little blue ridges. Nails always trimmed until no whites showed. Fingers fat but dexterous. Fingers that could gouge out a man’s eyes. Hands that could snap your neck.
There wasn’t time to keep thinking about him. Not now.
By the time she made her opening through the window, she only had half a minute before the patrol car would complete its circuit directly underneath her. She could remain where she was as long as the men weren’t suspicious. Had anyone alerted security? Were they expecting her?
Everything had run smoothly so far, at least from what she could tell. She assumed her partner had disabled the security alarms by now or else Ko wouldn’t have been able to get even this far.
She reached her hand inside the glass to unlock the window. The pane slid open for her without a squeak. Another second she could be in the bedroom.
But whose bedroom? Would they make a scene? Alert security before Ko had a chance to silence them? She had never actually killed anybody.
First time’s always the hardest.
Even here, Ryuk’s voice mentored her. Guided her. She pictured the soft wrinkles around the corners of his eyes. Remember his low, steady voice. What sage advice would he whisper if he were right behind her on the window sill? What words of insight would he share?
Her soul whispered his name like a prayer. Just help me get inside.
Why was she waiting? Whoever was in the bedroom must be asleep. No lights. No noises. Why was she waffling now? Was she such a fool? Didn’t she know failure meant death?
How many men had Ryuk killed? How many women? And had they all been evil?
She strained her ears. The patrol car was chugging its way around the corner. Already? When had her heart started racing so fast? She had to move now. Ko held her breath.
Her feet fell to the carpet like pads of velvet. She was now inside the US Embassy.
Blog Love: Huge thanks to K L Schwengel for hosting the WIPpet Wednesday blog hop, where authors post snippets from their current Works In Progress.
Random Fact: I've never killed anybody either. But one summer when we lived in rural Alaska I stayed sane by keeping track of how many mosquitoes I slaughtered vs. how many bites I got. Kept a tally on the fridge as a score sheet and everything.
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