Falling From Eternity (A Paranormal Love Story) - Plot & Excerpts
Needless to say, if I could kick my own ass I would have. I’d let my emotions take control of me, and mixing alcohol with blood didn’t help at all. I could very well have gone outside and revealed myself or even worse, snacked on a local! I shouldn’t have let myself lose restraint like that. That’s how bad things happened. I dropped to my knees in front of the fireplace, and began sweeping out the remains of my most prized possessions with a small hand broom while cursing myself under my breath. The funeral had affected me more than I had thought it would. And now my fireplace was a graveyard for literature. There was nothing left, but tiny remnants of the antique, hardback covers. At one time the scent of parchment filled my apartment with a wonderful aroma, but now all I could smell was the stench of burning glue and ink. “Why didn’t you stop me?” I asked Tom, who found my sweeping incredibly interesting. He looked at me, tilting his head to the side before meowing angrily and trotting over to his empty food dish.
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