Cliff Hanger Saturday is a place where you can post your favorite "cliff hangers" of all time or just good writing at the end of the scene. (if not your own work, please give credit to the author and the book.) We all know, a scene should not end with anyone going to sleep. YAWN. But sometimes we see this. If the characters go to sleep, so do we.
So share favorites or write one here.
I have been posting excerpts for advertising and Rogue Phoenix Press. If you are writing an excerpt for something make sure that excerpt ends making the reader turn the page and read on. Do we want the reader up all night? Of course we do.
Highland Magic
Warily, she eyed Whipple. A
few moments of silent observation convinced Keely the stranger wasn't lying in
ambush. He was too still, not visibly breathing. Keely feared the man was dead.
He lay utterly motionless; his limbs at awkward angles, his head wound oozing
blood. The slow welling of blood from the wound told her he was still alive.
She kneeled beside the priest. "He's not dead, Whipple." Her fingers
hovered above his weak pulse. She watched the slight rise and fall of his
sturdy, broad chest. Yet she did not dare touch him.
Whipple inhaled sharply.
"Do ye mean to take him to your hut, lass? I cannae allow ye to do such a
dangerous thing. Ye have no idea who or what he is. Ye do not ken his purpose
here or his intent."
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