The Sequence Forms (In Other Words, I Figure Out the Book Order for The Underknown Series)3/11/2019 You know how you're doing something totally different, then an idea strikes you like a bolt of lightning? Well, that happened to me today. I had an a-ha! moment after getting home from the gym and running errands. My day was fairly average, some might even say mundane. But it came to me... The book order for The Underknown Series. Granted, I have known for a while that House of Urchins will be the first installment. I'm approximately halfway through the first draft. That was all I had any clarity on until today. Now, I think I've got the first four books down. I don't know if I'll add more. Maybe. They're all centered around paranormal phenomena and set in Michigan (my home state), so who knows? I always seem to find inspiration in the Great Lakes state. We have so many ghost stories, after all. Anyway, here is the series line-up so far: Book 1: House of Urchins Book 2: Artifacts Book 3: Whispers of the Whippoorwill Book 4: Sickening Sweet And just to show you that I actually have made some progress on House of Urchins, here is an excerpt from the most recently-(and ravenously-)written chapter: A thick black substance surrounded Sola. It was strangely tepid and smoothly caressing her skin. Little electric shocks popped here-and-there along the cervical area of her spine, reaching up into her dome. Crackle-pop! Crackle-pop! It was as though her head was a bowl of Rice Krispies having milk poured over them.
Dee-lish, a bizarrely youthful and cheerful voice echoed around her. Or was it inside her mind? Sola could not tell the difference. She tried to crack her lips apart and ask who had said that, but they were plastered shut – sewn shut. Focusing her eyes down past her nose, Sola could make out the top stitches of thin black thread that bound her lips together. She wanted to scream but knew that she couldn’t. Even the tears that welled up inside her eyes would not cascade their way down her cheeks. Sola was mute. I know it’s scary, the voice continued. I haven’t forgotten how it felt. If she could not speak aloud, Sola thought that perhaps she could do so with her mind instead. Who are you? Sola inquired, trying to erase the terror from her consciousness. Nimeni on Raila. Sola wondered what language the girl had just spoken in. My name is Raila.
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