An excerpt from the seventh chapter of Scourge of the Righteous Haddock

“Then there were no more stairs, just another entryway, this one much larger than the last. What Emily saw there made her feel like a Lego castle that had been missing a drawbridge and never known it. Books. Thousands of them! Emily sniffed the air. She should have known it by the smell of must and paper and glue and a thousand adventures waiting to be begun, acquaintances to be met, loves to be had and lost. How was it possible that Charlotte knew about this place and did not live here?

As if in answer to Emily’s internal question, Lily Ludlow slid nimbly down a ladder—one of hundreds, Emily noted—and landed between them and the nearest books. As firmly rooted as a tree, Emily noted, in her black Doc Martens, and sleeveless plaid dress that fell to her knees. The librarian arced an eyebrow and crossed her arms, a very hungry caterpillar climbing her right bicep and the poster child for eternal youth on her left. On the pointer finger of Lily’s right hand Emily spied a “K” followed by an “O,” “O,” “B” on her middle, ring, and pinky fingers. Her left hand had the word “WORM” in bold capital letters. Emily began to wonder if the library was some kind of detention center for reprobates. People who mishandled books, perhaps, or borrowed them from friends and never bothered to return them. Or, god forbid, people who were afraid of ideas and, so, burned books to make other people more feeble-minded like themselves. She shivered.

The space that Lily was prepared to defend, physically if necessary, stretched so high that no ceiling was visible from where Emily stood. The books were snugly lodged in recesses in the wall, some accommodating hundreds of works, while others fit just one. Everything had its place and there was no surplus clutter with the exception of a table in the corner piled high with strays titled The Pirate and the Countess, The Pirate and the Duchess, The Pirate and the Princess, The Pirate and the Priestess, and a dozen or so titles that Emily couldn’t see. She suspected they were probably about cats.”

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  1. Can’t wait for this to be published in some form. Sounds like something I would definitely read, even if you hadn’t written it!

  2. Thanks Kristi! And don’t worry, I will definitely keep everyone posted on my progress in terms of the book becoming available. In fact, you’ll probably have to go to Petco for a muzzle because I won’t freaking shut up about it. But it’ll be out this summer so I have a couple more months left of this mad dash to get her sea-worthy.

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