Six Sentence Sunday: Fury

Lurgy slowed the writing down this week–yay, for the neverending cough–but there’s a still a little more of FURY to share:

Heyerdar pushed her back against the cold wall.  He loomed over her, his face flickering with the light of his magic. “No.” His hand cupped her jaw and his thumb stroked across her lips, parting her mouth.  His low voice filled the silence. “No, we’ll never be like them.”

As always you can find more six snippets here.

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