It’s been a while since I took part in this blog hop, and as I’m deep into drafting my next novel I thought it would be fun once in a while to drop in a snippet hot off the keyboard.
This segment is from a little way into the story. Shayla is looking for a man who’s been reported to be causing trouble, and has followed a lead to a makeshift bar in a remote forestry work camp.
Shayla noticed the man even before talk in the room stilled.
It wasn’t his size that marked him out, though he could comfortably stand toe to toe with a bear. It wasn’t the startling contrast between graying, almost white hair and beard framing his florid face. It wasn’t even the motley layers of many-times-patched clothing that drew her attention.
It was his eyes, his expression. Not blank, not vacant, but not here. He steered himself to a seat in the corner, heedless of the people scurrying out of his way. For all his immense physical appearance, the man was utterly absent from the room.
For a moment, Shayla felt herself being pulled from her world and into whatever alternate reality this man inhabited, as though her presence here was a substance that could be siphoned off into a vacuum.