This is the linky-list for this week's Six Sentence Sunday 3-11-12
W.I.P I am currently editing. Book I of the Flesh Trilogy.
And like so many people who--in the silence of pre-sleep, cannot keep the ghosts of the past from appearing to them, his ghost came…he saw her.
She was beautiful…but…it had to be. He could not have lived with that abomination born of her body. And all could clearly see there had been a betrayal...there must have been a betrayal. Few things made him feel emotions that he could not control, but her ghost, the ghost of the only woman he had ever loved, made wave after wave of sorrow wash over him. For, rather than nurture their love...he had done just the opposite.