I have the first 4 lines of a new book.
An ominous feeling surrounds me, like being in a pitch black room…and something softly growls.
Evil is about to enact its plans, unrestricted; plans that have been awaiting fruition for many years.
Whether or not it will succeed, “ominous” oozes outward from inside the darkest heart and I can feel its anticipation.
All I can do is warn.
That’s it.
Now what?
