As Jeremiah shook his head trying to
regain his senses, he noticed he’d landed sprawled on back beneath the front of
the SUV with Isis’ empty face staring down at him, her open eyes vacant of
life. As Jeremiah looked upwards, he saw how empty his life had been without
her and how full every moment had been with her. He felt ashamed of running
away from his life back in college when they were together. He regretted never
saying goodbye, never explaining his reasons for leaving, and never accepting
the truth about how he truly felt towards her.
Back then he was consumed with
himself, consumed in his quest for death, while knowing she was a distraction
to his overly complicated life, but he should have told her. Would she have
forgiven him his lies? Would she have understood his conflicts? Would they have
been able to work through his hatred of life? These were the questions he had
refused to pose to himself for decades, but now as his stared up into her empty
eyes he asked them of himself.
She would’ve forgiven him. She
would’ve understood. And he already knew there would’ve been no hatred in his
life. As the answers rolled through his mind, a tear formed in his eye. Oddly
enough, it appeared as if a tear formed in Isis’ eyes also. As he blinked them
away, a single drop landed on his forehead as gentle as a kiss. He couldn’t
tell if it was a tear or just the falling snow, but he believed it was an
answer.
“Please forgive me,” Jeremiah
whispered to himself, “for never believing in you.”
Then, as he lifted his head up, he
saw there were no more maidens or demons between him and Azazel, only blood and
bodies. As he rolled onto his side in an effort to get up, his eyes never left
the snickering Azazel.
“She can’t help you now,” Azazel
said scornfully.
“Do you know the difference between
you and I?” Jeremiah asked as he reached his feet, setting his body in
preparation for Azazel’s response.
“You are a weak human who is about
to die and I’m none of those things,” Azazel answered.
Jeremiah huffed a single laugh.
“No,” Jeremiah replied. “The difference is I still have the ability to love.”
Since writing the series based on Jeremiah Stone, I was challenged to write something out of my comfort zone. The choice given to me was something in the romantic genre. Though I was unwilling to accept the challenge, I couldn't get the thought out of my head and came up with a story line. However, when it comes to titles all I had was A Romance Novel. In a way it's fitting since the story is based on a guy writing a romance novel while also trying to discover what love is. In the beginning he believes love is describing the perfect woman every man will melt over. In the end he discovers:
There is no perfect woman; which is to say
there is not a single woman every man would find desirable. Men, like women,
vary in a multitude of different ways, which makes every single one of them
desirable to someone, but not everyone. The best any man can do is find the one
woman that is infinitely desirable to him.
If you like the premise, I hope you stick around for it to be published, if I ever get the nerve up to actually expose this much of myself to the public. Anyway, come visit the trails and tribulations of my writing at my blog or follow me on my Facebook page. Have an awesome day.
2 comments:
DEFINITELY sticking around for it to published! Wow! Great excerpt. I'll be looking forward to reading the books :)
Thanks for sharing!
molly(at)reviewsbymolly(dot)com
Wow I loved this one myself
such talent
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