Welcome to Rainbow Snippets!
Every Saturday or Sunday, those participating post and share six sentences of LGBTQIA+ fiction on their blogs. It can be their own. It can be someone else’s. It just needs to be LGBTQIA+.
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Eventually I’d like to post snippets from my most recent release; Wind Me Up, One More Time, but it doesn’t seem right to leave Leiwell quite yet. 🙂 I’m going to continue a little further with My Tool, My Treasure this week before switching stories…this is slightly longer than six sentences.
This thought should have made Leiwell hold on more tightly, try to thrust this annoying memory ghost down into his dreams. Only Leiwell let go instead.
He let himself sink through the floor of the tower, even while he stood, swaying on his feet. Dyvian dropped his arms. His mouth moved, but Leiwell couldn’t hear him.
He was falling, sinking into the blood-tinged, rose purple essence of Damian Ashelocke, letting him settle around him like warm liquid, drawing him in. Drawing him away from the ritual, away from a chance to become one with the Followers of Seraphix, one with their god.
Leiwell wasn’t sure if he hated his victim all the more for this or if he wanted to thank him.