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Here's a wee excerpt from chapter one:
A light skiff of snow covered the ground, the air crisp as anything. The mountains above rose white against the lightening sky, pure and good. He'd have to be careful getting back up to the mine, for sure.
Perhaps ten paces from the steps of the hotel Roy stopped dead, his feet refusing to move anymore. Sir Edward Clancy was coming down, wearing a fine wool coat and a top hat.
Heavens above, no man should have eyes that green.
Roy dithered, almost too long, but he finally got himself going, snatching his hat off and stepping right into the man's path as he reached the bottom of the steps. Turning his hat in his hands, near squashing it to a pulp, Roy stuttered.
"Mr. Clancy," he said, his voice shaking. "I just wanted to tell you..."
"That's Sir to you," the man snapped, pulling on a pair of pristine gloves. "Now out of my way, if you will. I have errands to attend."
Eyes wide, Roy stood there, gaping. "But sir, I wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed…"
"I said move." And Sir Edward Clancy shouldered past him so rudely that Roy stood, stunned, for at least a full minute after, watching the retreating figure with a strong sense of being cheated.
Nothing that pretty on the outside should be so ugly.
