46,671... Holding On... Barely

Oh My God. I am so happy to be back. Got inspiration that I had missed from your blogs. I can't post much, because as we all know, at this point in our stories, we don't want to reveal too much. Here are a couple of very short excerpts, inspiration drawn from Esmondes. It made me laugh during my writing session today, which was punctuated by both of my children refusing to go to bed, and me pouring myself another drink in response.
Ang and I came up with the rule of the cottage. You can drink as much as you want as long as your kids have life jackets on. Anyway, here they are, hope you enjoy.

"He’ll begin with Edie. Just as Edie is rising to her feet to ask Lincoln where he is going, she feels an ice cold hand clamp over her mouth and nose, rendering speaking, and breathing impossible. At the same time, she is lifted with invisible hands, thrown against the wall, and held there. She goes limp, conserving what oxygen she has left, and hoping to convince her attacker that the fight has left her. Quite the opposite is true. Edie watches, seething as Lincoln walks out of the room. She hasn’t felt this powerless since George Bush wore a pair of crotch accentuating parachute pants and lectured a bunch of troops on an aircraft carrier about freedom."

Excerpt the second...

"Tim is his next target. Tim is moving toward the stairs, where he hears little stocking feet coming down the steps. Lincoln is still young enough that he puts both feet on a step before moving to the next one. Tim finds this adorable, and feels the inexplicable urge to pinch Lincoln’s bum and say “Toot, mon” in some sort of bastardized Jamaican accent every time he sees it. Luckily this is an urge he manages to control. But barely. The daemon finds Lincoln’s descent contemptible, yet another example of human weakness. He wishes the little brat would hurry up, because he is finding controlling Edie St.James considerably more difficult than he had bargained for, and managing the muscle bound one additionally will drain his strength.
Tim is assaulted by a cold rush of air. It robs his lungs of air and his legs of strength. As he struggles against it, he feels a sudden invisible punch to the solar plexus. It drops him to his knees. Tim hasn’t felt this powerless since he watched Joshua Jackson be denied access to PaceyCon 2010."