If you are interested in becoming more active or if you just want to laugh at me and you have a Fitbit you are welcome to friend me there too. This week our challenge is 55,000 steps from Monday 21st and ending on Sunday the 27th at midnight. After one week I had to go buy myself very cool, very pink pair of Asics.
I even managed to get a bit of a tan. A very small one. (Yes this is tan for me)
Any way for those of you who don't know, I just moved. The new house is great. I am in and settled, but I am also behind on writing. I did yoga twice this week. Next week I will shoot for three times though I have no fucking clue how to make my internal organs soft with breath. I can’t feel my internal organs. Can other people? It seems pretty weird to feel your organs.
“Hey, Billybob, how are you?”
“Well I’m okay, but my spleen, man, it’s stressed.”
I don’t get it. But I don’t need to understand to do it. And I will do. I will make my exercising and writing goals.
Speaking of writing goals. Inferno. Still working on it, but this is definitely going to be a wild ride. Inferno is coming. I promise. I just need to finish it. Like now. Like immediately. Like I am jumping right back to it once I finish this blog post and coincidentally I am done. I am just going to post a lovely UNEDITED teaser for Inferno then I am off to write, quick like a bunny.
Olivia walked out of a smoldering building glowing bright. Wisps of smoke trailed behind her, a train of destruction.
“Clear,” she said in a voice that was hardly recognizable. Her eyes flickered in my direction where I held a low level demon, waiting to for her to question him. “Did he tell you anything?”
“I got another location.”
“Kill him,” she said, walking past us without slowing.
I nodded and slid the blade of an angelic knife across its throat. Blood gurgled through the cut and arterial spray went up like a geyser before black smoke poured from every opening in the body. The demon was dead and so was the human it inhabited. Wiping the blade on a dark rag, I slipped the knife back into its holder beneath my shirt and fell into step with her. She moved fast her eyes always focused ahead of her, always focused on our next move. The angel was a warrior through and through. She never stopped, she never rested, and she never relaxed. We were at war.
She stepped over a homeless person—not seeing him or not caring, hard to say. The man didn’t see her at all. No humans did. She hadn’t retracted her natural light since Marge died, not once. Olivia wore the angel like a blanket, reveling in its power and hiding any softer feelings deep beneath the angel’s strength and experience.
Be careful what you wish for was the phrase that most often went through my head. On one hand, I didn’t have to worry about Olivia anymore. The angel would take care of her, if her human soul had survived at all. We no longer had to run from Hell or demons. These days we took the fight to them, leaving nothing but smoke and ashes in our wake—no survivors human or otherwise. The angel had produced a small, plain dagger and gave it to me with the instructions to only use it on Heavenly creatures or abominations—aka demons and jinn. Where she kept these weapons, or how many she had, was anyone’s guess, but their existence certainly had changed our position from a flea on a dog’s back to the dog catcher. Hell was on the run, but I couldn’t help thinking it was temporary. Eventually they would find something she couldn’t defeat. She had no such concerns.
On the other hand, though, I barely caught glimpses of the woman I loved and even those felt more like
figments of my imagination grasping at the smallest threads of hope that she was still in there. The love and warmth for everyone she exuded before had vanished. Our connection had been silent. It was definitely still there, but where she used to glow in my mind it was darkness now, a gaping hole completely shut off to me, but silently monitoring every thought I had. If I stepped out of line, would she kill me?