The cool, moist air carried the scents of earth and moss and stone and…something more. Something warm and delicious that flared her nostrils and teased her senses, tempting her to track it down, daring her to track it...
It was a comforting, familiar fragrance, one that was always there, always the same, vivid and welcoming, crucial for her survival. It was the scent of life. The scent of prey. The scent of blood.
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10 comments:
A great excerpt and a contest! I can't think of a more awesome combination!!
Love the writing, moody, descriptive and evocative. Very nice!
This except is very intriguing. Sounds like a book I would love.
Very effective writing. Really did invoke Halloween for me.
Love how you were able to make something that should be repellant so engaging. This is really good.
The way you set it up, her thirst for life and twined it with the need for blood was done perfectly. It sure had me pulled in.
The "cool moist air" made me shiver. Is a vamp nearby!?
Oh wow. You make it sound so enticing!
Considering how much I loooove Vamps, this had quite the hook. Can't wait to read the rest. :)
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