Aurora Springer: Meeting on a burial mound - snippet from Gargoyle Hunt for #WeWriWa #superheroes

Saturday, July 22, 2017

Meeting on a burial mound - snippet from Gargoyle Hunt for #WeWriWa #superheroes

Welcome to another Sunday with Weekend Writing Warriors. Meet writers in various genres and read 8-10 sentence snippets of their stories.

This week for a change, I’ll give you a snippet from Gargoyle Hunt, Book 3 in my Secret Supers series. The whole series is discounted though July 28^th. Gargoyle Hunt is set in England and has scenes in some of my favorite places.

Blurb

Danger is the last thing on Estelle’s mind when she visits the University of Oxenford for a summer course. But, mysterious thefts from the archives and shadowy figures on the ancient walls propel her into action. With Toby five thousand miles away, Estelle and her winged horse must hunt for the culprits alone. Soon they are embroiled in a mixed bag of aliens and ancient magic. Toby’s unexpected arrival throws her into turmoil and spurs events into a climax. Under pressure from his family to succeed, Toby is trapped in a web of deceit. The two supers have less than two weeks to catch the crooks and salvage his reputation.

Setting for snippet: Estelle (aka Super Starrella) is visiting West Kennet Long Barrow (See entrance to rock tomb in photo above) near Avebury stone circle as part of her summer abroad at Oxenford University. The mound and chambered tomb of the Long Barrow are popular with new age visitors. Estelle’s winged horse, Rockette, is with her in her pigeon disguise. Italics indicate their telepathic communications. When Estelle climbs on top of the mound, she sees two middle aged women with four small dogs.

Apologies for irregular punctuation to fit 8-10 sentences.

The two women made an incongruous couple; the thin one had a severe black dress and long black hair framing a pale face, while the other woman had short gray curls, round pink cheeks and wore a flowery frock. Two of the dogs, miniature greyhounds, scampered over and sniffed at Estelle’s knees; she bent down to pet them.

The plump woman said, “I see you like dogs.”

“I love animals,” Estelle said, smiling at the friendly woman.

The thin woman stared at Estelle, sharp black eyes contrasting with her pale complexion. Lidding her eyes, she whispered, “I see white feathers;” she opened her eyes and asked, “Do you have a pet bird?”

With a flutter of wings, the speckled white pigeon landed on the mound nearby, “I’m not a pet,” Rockette squawked indignantly.

“Not a pet and not a bird,” the dark haired woman said, glancing at the pigeon.

Her pink cheeked friend smiled at Estelle, “Would you like to sit down and chat for a few minutes, dearie?”

“The dogs have yappy thoughts, better find out who they are,” Rockette advised.