I have been sequel writing. Sequelling? I don't think that's a word. My debut novel,
A Secret and a Kiss, follows the story of Carter Ellis, the youngest of the Ellis brothers. I included a lot of his history and really tried to humanize the characters. My current work-in-progress is the story of the eldest brother, Warner, who is a tormented soul. In this post, I'm going to include a sneak peak. Here goes:
A scream of pain and fear pierced the
stillness of the night. Footsteps scurried across the room to the bed
where the woman lay covered in sweat, panting, straining against her burden. A
cloth was pressed to her brow to wipe away the moisture that was streaming
towards her eyes. Nothing would take away her terror.
Warner
Ellis stood by the window in the study, on the ground floor of the house, below the
bedroom where his wife fought for her life, looking out at the lightning
that flashed in the distance. A distant portent to the storm that lay ahead for
his wife who lay dying from childbirth in the rooms above him. In his hand, he
held a snifter of brandy barely touched. He poured it thinking the burn of the
amber brew would quiet the ghosts that whispered in his ear.
He
had lived this night before.
Nearly
thirty years had passed since he heard these screams, save for in his dreams.
As a young lad of six he was woken in the darkness of night as his mother
struggled to bring her youngest child into this world. He stayed in bed as long
as he could bear, praying for silence and the end of her pain. He had cursed
himself a thousand times for not being more clear with his request to his
maker. The silence that followed would change his life forever.
Young
Warner heard the sound of his father’s footsteps rushing up the stairs. The
woman attending his mother tried to stay his father, but Joshua Ellis would not
be kept from the woman he loved. He heard the panicked tone of his father’s
voice, but would never know the words that were said. His mother was beyond comprehension
by then, so far into her labors was she in that moment. She groaned, she cried
out in the night.
Silence,
followed by hushed voices. Warner crawled out of his bed and padded slowly down
the hallway. The door to his parent’s chamber was ajar. Warner pushed it open
enough to poke his head around the edge of the doorway.
His
mother was lying in bed, the bed sheets covered in blood. Her face was sunken,
the blue vessels under her skin standing in stark contrast to the paleness of
her skin. Her dark hair was tangled and stringy, her hand limply held that of
her husband, who knelt beside her bed with tears streaming down his face.
“Joshua,
you have a beautiful son.”
“My
wife…save my wife,” Joshua had said. “Martha, stay with me, love.”
Warner
heard the rattle begin in her lungs as she struggled to draw breath. He heard
the denial slip from his father’s lips as he fought to keep her spirit within
her body. He saw the blood spread even further across the expanse of the bed
and smelled the sweet metallic scent of it fill the room. Behind him, he heard
the soft crying of his baby brother.
“Joshua,”
Martha said in a whisper. “His name is Carter. Love him, anyway.”
I'm thinking I'm off to a fairly good start.
