The Editors Go Marching
|Image from Morguefile.com. P.S. I do not write like this. XD|
Well, not really, but my editor is sure marching through the Mornellys!
Currently we're on schedule for the release of I-6: Legend of the Mornellys, and my editor promises to be done going through it on July 30th! She has done a fabulous job and has sent me several emails to go over some details. Good news- it sounds like there won't be too much I need to change when she's done! Yay! I brought her cherries as a thanks. :) This has been a huge blessing to me to get this done by a professional English teacher and editor, not only do I have confidence she is doing the best job that I can get for my book, she's doing it in exchange for a service I've offered to her. I'm so grateful that I have her in my life, my editor is my "adopted" grandmother and would do anything for me. ;) Even take on such a daunting project as the Mornellys. And if you want to know how big of a project that really is, let's just say when she went to visit her friend in Florida she couldn't bring my book with her because it was too heavy! So a special shout-out to my editor for all she does. She is wonderful!
Oh, you're reading this for some other reason, am I correct? Something about... a surprise? ;)
Surprise number two should come next week or the week after, there are some elements in it that need to be taken care of before it goes on the blog. BUTTTT, in celebration of my editor getting halfway through the Mornellys, I think you readers deserve a little something called...
A Mornelly story excerpt! You can thank my editor for that. ;)
I-6: Legend of the Mornellys
“The Cossacks in South Dakota telegram Papa,” Anton said seriously. “And they told him that Andrassy Borisovich is no longer in Soviet Union.”
“He jumped a boat,” Katyusha finished. “And is on way to America. He come to kill all Cossacks and everyone else. Because once he starts…” She shrugged. “No one stop him. He mostly wants Papa, though, so he’ll probably come here first.”
“You’re lying.” Olivia swallowed. Katyusha was enjoying seeing her so uncomfortable. “You’re all lying.”
“Just tell us first if you see him,” Anton begged. “So we can warn Papa. Maybe, just maybe, we’ll have chance of running away.”
“What does he look like?” Evelyn looked from one Melnikov to the other. “How will we know him?”
“Simple.” Katyusha got to her feet. “He is very, very tall, has very blonde hair, blue eyes and wears teacher glasses.” She put her fingers around her eyes to pretend she had spectacles. “And he doesn’t talk. He just stares, wondering who he will kill next.”
“I’m scared, Katyusha, what if he comes here?” another girl, Lilly, whimpered.
“Then pray to God and run,” Ilya said with a snort. “Because if Andrassy Borisovich comes here, we’ll all die.”
“And that is why I no afraid of haunted house.” Katyusha shrugged. “In fact it is not worth time for me to touch. I have other things to worry about. Ilya, Anton, let’s play ball.”
Together the three left the group of girls and boys who had come over to hear the story and sauntered to the playground. Only when they were sure no one could hear them did they dare to let out the fit of giggles that threatened to blow their cover.
That was the best idea Katyusha had conjured up in a long time. She felt respected for once in her life. She was proud of herself.Little did she know how much that story would come back to haunt her.
-Excerpt from The Cossack's Fear, a Mornelly story
Hope you enjoyed your little surprise and I didn't make it up to be more exciting than it was. Trust me I have another one coming up in a week or two I think ya'll be surprised about. ;) I am really, really excited to give that one to you!
God bless, my readers, and have a wonderful day!