This week I finished reading two books, wrote 3 pages of my novel, and re-worked our Little Monster interior too many times to count. My illustrator (mom) Becky A. Tyree got the interior designs for Leonard the Lemur completed yesterday so I’m going to be re-working Little Monster *again* and prepping Leonard the Lemur for the same this weekend.
Tanganyika Wildlife Park, the park featured in Leonard the Lemur, had its seasonal grand opening today so I wanted to do a quit shout out to them on their big day! Check them out on their website, facebook, or Amazon wishlist.
This week’s excerpt is from the ‘villains’ perspective in The Way We Were. ENJOY 😀
“I am sickened by the incompetence you are displaying!” The voice seemed to surround a small group of cowering robes. “Is this why we’ve spent generations grooming your families? To breed OUT this disappointing behavior? Yet the mortals are winning again. We have been in existence, this plan has been in existence, since days of Noah. Time and again we have been thwarted. Time and again these toddlers have foiled everything! We have waited thousands of years for them to forget everything. For them to LOSE their knowledge and connections. They have finally reached a blank life AND YET YOU STILL FAIL ME!!! Disappointed.”
An empty silence pressed down against the cowering capes until one straightened determinedly and strode with confident purpose to the high seat.
“Well, you imbecile’s heard him,” The masked, helmeted and robed figure projected menacingly across the crowded meeting hall. “We are failing them. Just as our parents, grandparents, and forefathers failed them in every generation before us.”
He paused, the lightweight wood of his painted mask doing nothing to conceal his baleful glare as he, the Grand Guard of the Asmodeian Society, watched the sniveling members of his tribe scurry to their own, lesser, seats.
Positioned in a large circle situated around the outside of a plush, starched, and scotch-guarded carpet the color midnight’s bad dreams and decorated with the shimmering realism of black holes and dying stars, the circle of the submissives was ever reminded of their tenuous positions in the ranks.
Some days the carpet seemed to swirl and change design on its own, but those things were dangerous to dwell on and rarely spoken of by the members pledged to this sect. There are some things that frighten even those bred to be fearless.