Brrrr… it’s chilly outside with wintery skies. Hope all is well with everyone as we go into November. I’m sharing a snippet from Blood Stoned Chapter Two. If you’re interested in reading the whole story, I’ve posted it in installments on my blog this week. (Two chapters to add before the end).
“Maggie, move,” Myrtle shrieked as the beast galloped toward me from across the lot.
After I stumbled backward, fell, and landed on my rear in the dust, I had no chance of reaching the fence before the bull reached me.
Myrtle shouted at Paddy to do something, and to his credit, he picked up a pitchfork. Whether it was to be used on his bull or me, I didn’t wait to find out.
Drawing on the power I’d just harvested from the healing, I cast a protection spell strong enough to create a shield between me and the approaching monster.
But instead of shaping itself into a wall, magic zinged from me and smacked the bull a forceful blow. Sullivan, named after an Irish boxer Paddy admired, fell to his front knees. As I watched in horror, a patch of hair on the prize bull’s right shoulder began to sizzle, and another spot on his rump burst into flame.
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Not the bull! I am glad she is safe but WHOA talk about some intense magic. Can she put the bull back together? – As you can tell I was drawn in and invested rather quickly by your writing 🙂
Uh oh, she’s going to cook him right there!
Dynamic eight. Exciting with descriptions to carry the reader into the scene.
She really is a jinx! I hope her friends (and Paddy) know about her magic already, or there’s going to be some explaining to do!
Oh my! That wasn’t supposed to happen! Great imagery!
Steak on the hoof anyone? Great scene. I’m looking forward to reading the entire story. Thanks for sharing!
Unexpected outcome but I loved it! Terrific scene…
Oh no, I’m guessing this bull butt burning is not going to go well.
Your description in this scene is awesome! Totally puts the reader right there in the moment. And thank you for that lovely roaring fire. I feel the warmth radiating through my screen. 🙂
She obviously needs to work on control.
Well, that’s one way to stop it. Cooked alive. Yikes! That’s some power she possess.
Uh oh. The bull’s owner may not like this. My grandmother’s cow chased me when I was a little girl, but I ran fast and got away from it.
Poor Maggie! Her magic is the slapstick variety, methinks. 🙂
Yikes. That was unexpected…I loved the sense of activity in this snippet
Talk about a bull roast. I love the image of the pitchfork. I believe that the pitchfork is a criminally under-utilized melee weapon.
oopsy! She has more power than she thought. Great scene Gem. I saw it perfectly.
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didn’t expect that … she obviously has to work on her powers