I’m posting from Hedge House, a nearly completed first draft. I think finishing it is going to be my project for Camp NaNoWriMo next month. I’m not quite sure whether to classify it as paranormal or urban fantasy; the two of them tend to blur together a lot for me.
Picking up from last week.
“I’m sorry. Yes. I’m here. And it’s Cara. I do remember you, Mr. Wylde.”
Even as she spoke part of her mind registered the fact that he had said that he “was” a friend of her grandmother’s. “Was” not “am” and something caught in her throat and sucked all the moisture from it.
“I don’t know how to tell you this, but your grandmother…”
“She died, didn’t she?”
He didn’t sound surprised that she knew.
“I – I’ve been dreaming about her.” She didn’t know why she was telling him this. “I mailed her a letter…” Unexpected tears welled up in her eyes.
“She passed through the Veil last night. It was… unexpected.”
The nearly hysterical edge to her voice made the words more an apology than an expression of sympathy.
(Yes, I know that “unexpected” occurs too close together. It’s a rough draft; I’ll fix it in edits but right now I can’t seem to come up with a better word in either spot.)
When Cara Hawthorne returns to the childhood home she had been torn away from twenty years earlier, she thinks it will be to do nothing more than settle her grandmother’s estate and return to her job as a junior lawyer at a prestigious law firm in Tulsa.
But every nook and cranny of the house and gardens unearths long-buried memories, and when the town’s mayor sets his sights on her and the property she finds herself caught up in a centuries old battle with powers she has only barely begun to understand.