Jennifer M Eaton’s doing a blog hop critique–250 words (plus the end of the last sentence)–you post, critique others from the list, and critique back anyone who gives you a critique.
I’ve chosen a snippet from the beginning of the second book in my Witch of Atlas series.
Background: Humans found out 23 years ago that the fey–creatures like unicorns, elves, and pixies–are real, and so is magic. Althea Raven is a witch who works as a consultant, dealing with the problems that arise from supernatural creatures interacting with humans.
Bare bones summary: Two FBI agents knock on Althea’s door. As they’re talking, something screams in the backyard. There, they discover another male agent under Althea’s dragon guardian (animated statue). Althea frees him, and reveals that she knows the agents are witches. They sit on Althea’s porch, and the agents ask her to come and consult for them about their fey problems.
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“You don’t want to change?” Lamington asked.
Althea’s teal tiered skirt and burnt-orange blouse with shell buttons contrasted sharply with the three agent’s slacks and neutral button-up shirts. The green, black, and orange feather tied to the tiny braid behind her ear swung and caught the light as she studied the woman next to her. “Do you need me to dress like Smith?”
“She’s a consultant. She’s fine, Lamington,” Smith crossed her legs, examining the glossy toes of her practical shoes.
“I bet you look nice in a pencil skirt,” Lamington grinned at Althea.
“I bet you look terrible in one,” Althea stepped through the sliding glass door to her bedroom, and closed it before he could react.
The wicked amusement in Diamond’s eyes matched her witch’s smirk. <He walked right into that one>
“I’m getting the measure of him.” Althea headed into her living room.
She scooped up the navy canvas tote she’d left on her sofa, and checked its contents. As she was doing so, the dragon in her bedroom chirped. Althea glanced up at the mirror hanging on the wall across from her, which displayed an image of Lamington, his face framed by her curtains, forehead flattened against glass. The illusion’s eyes widened, and the face withdrew, the mirror flashing red and resuming a normal reflection.
Althea shook her head and held the bag out for her familiar. At three pounds, Diamond was the size of a kitten, but she felt heavier after she’d perched on Althea’s shoulder a while.
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