First off, today I am at The Hat Party! I’ve got an awesome hat picture and some great questions and answers. Go stop by and don’t forget the giveaway! Also, one commenter at the party will win a backlist ebook! <3


Now, for Tease Me Tuesday. I’ve been doing so much with No Sacrifice (I’m just so excited!), but I’d like to switch gears a bit and talk about another story I’ve got in the works. Healing is part of my Pandemus Chronicles and is due out this fall! It’s going into edits and I’m very excited about it, so I’d like to share a little bit with you.

Please note: this has not been professionally edited!

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He should have known better. Under normal circumstances, it was a stupid move, but here, now, “stupid” didn’t begin to cover it. Duncan glared at his leg for another moment, then leaned his head back against the wall.

He needed to keep moving. It hurt like hell, but he had to keep going. It wasn’t going to get better on its own. The gash he’d gotten from the branch needed to be cleaned and bandaged and even if the break wasn’t bad, it should, at least, be braced. And it wasn’t like he could just call an ambulance. Or even go into an emergency room.

Well, he supposed he could go into an emergency room, if he was in the city. But like a lot of other people, he avoided the cities whenever possible. And when it wasn’t, he stayed as far on the edge as he could.

Even on the edges of the cities, it was a dangerous risk. As corrupt as the cities were now, the price of anything was higher than most could pay. He’d heard rumors that, in some of the worst cities, people simply got shot if they couldn’t pay what the thugs in power wanted. It was all rumor, but rumor he wasn’t about to ignore.

So he did his damnedest to stay away.

He’d been stupid to try to jump off the ledge. Even at only a couple of feet higher than he was tall, the risk hadn’t been worth it. He’d have thought, after nearly three years, he’d learned how to be more careful and not take those kinds of risks. It wasn’t the first time he’d fallen and hurt himself though, thankfully, the last one hadn’t involved a broken bone. Maybe it should have; he might have learned his lesson then. “Really fucking stupid, Dun,” he chastised himself.

Duncan steeled himself and pulled himself to his feet again, grimacing when the sharp pain shot up his ankle and through his leg. “Fuck,” he muttered, breathing hard through his nose. When he finally had a hold of himself, he looked up and noted the position of the sun, the only real indication he had for the moment of the time, and figured he had another good hour or two of light. If he was right about where he was, he wouldn’t need all of it. He tucked the stick he’d found under his arm, grimaced when it dug into the soft flesh, but then leaned on it and started hobbling along again.