Well, we’re hitting Hump Day so at least we’re making it through the week 🙂 To hopefully help you out I’m sharing an excerpt from my current WIP. This is from the novella I’m working on and is a bit lighter so far than my current series. This is a WIP so isn’t edited yet – hence, please forgive me any mistakes 😉 Really hope you enjoy!
“A-tishoo!” Libby groaned as the fine yellow powder scattered like the wind. “Damn it!”
“Thank you, Huwie.”
Libby quickly cleared up the brightly-coloured dust and then held her breath as she measured out a new portion. She would get this potion finished if it killed her. Some days it felt like it might do.
“So, who are you playing the bleeding heart for this time?”
The voice came from behind her. Libby made sure she sealed the top of the container before turning to scowl at the speaker.
“That’s not nice, Huwie. Mrs Flaherty is really having problems and you know I couldn’t just sit by and watch her suffer.”
Huwie swivelled one salt-crusted arm round so his tiny face could peer at her.
“She is not suffering. She laid a guilt-trip on you and you gave in, just like you always do.”
Libby sighed. He was probably right. She was well aware she had issues with saying no to people and sometimes they didn’t realise just what it cost her. Magic was in her blood, the women in her family had been witches for more generations than most people could trace back. It was just unfortunate that she seemed to have problems none of them did.
She removed her thick glasses a moment and rubbed at her watering eyes as she blinked at the potion recipe. She could cope with being allergic to fur, dust, pollen, gluten, various fruits, nuts, to be honest more things that she could generally list – but did she have to be allergic to magic? The one thing that made her vaguely special, that set her apart as something other than a nerdy woman with jamjar glasses, frizz-prone hair and her most significant relationship being with a starfish. Yup, a starfish.
Take care x