I was going to write about how I’m the new admin for the FIA, but I am unbelievably exhausted. So, more later. In the meantime, here’s the cover for the new fic there! I am writing D/G again! Yay! But this one is dark… y’all have been warned. Continue reading New Cover for New FIA fic!
Well, that’s what I promised my novel critique group, anyway… 😉 I’m not sure if I lost my mind DURING the writing of this book or if it’ll be gone AFTER the (first) finished version, but either way, I might have been nuts to promise it by that date. But I am determined! I’ll make it happen! Yay! Go me! (Waves the Happy Anise Writing Flag.)
And you know that there has to be a cookie crumb… 😉
Y’all may think you know creepy, but I’m here to tell you that you are wrong.
You may think this is creepy.
You may think THIS is creepy– although personally, I’m convinced that it’s more of a case of Mom being overzealous with the sewing machine and a strange sense of design.
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NANO– THE LAST DAY! More about that later. For now…
COOKIE QUOTE OF THE DAY:
“All right,” said Ginny, her arms crossed. “Start talking.”
Too late, she realized that she’d spoken to this man as if she knew him. Not as if she’d only met him once.
His eyes narrowed. “Are you going to let me in, or am I expected to carry on standing in the rain?” he asked, in a voice that could have been more polite, in her opinion.
He sounded as if they already knew each other, or should have known each other, or it was her own damn fault if they didn’t know each other. Because one stranger didn’t talk to another stranger in that way.
“You’re not coming in here until I get a few answers,” she said.
“In the interests of not dying of hypothermia, fire away.”
“I saw you this morning,” she said. “Didn’t I?”
“You did,” he said. “I tried to talk to you then, but you disappeared into the fog before I had a chance to say a single word.”
“Okay…” She chewed on her lower lip. “What did you want to say to me, anyway?”
“Let me in,” he said. “And you’ll find out.”
“No,” she said. “I’m here all by myself, and I’m not going to let in someone I don’t even know!” Too late, she kicked herself inwardly. That was exactly the kind of thing that the doomed girl always said to the serial killer just before he whipped out the axe and started chopping.
“I want to talk to you, Ginny Weasley.” He fixed her with those strange, crystal-like gray eyes.”And you need to know what I can tell you.”
The world wavered around her, and she clutched onto the windowsill for support.
He knew her name.
She didn’t, couldn’t know him. But she was all too afraid that he knew her.
That’s da Vinci’s Lady with a Ferret, of course. Apropos, don’t you think, considering who Ginny is talking to? 😉
COOKIE QUOTE OF THE DAY:
“Draco Malfoy,” he said.
He put out his hand.
Ginny always avoided shaking hands if she could help it. But sometimes there was just no choice. Right now was a good example. His hand was in hers before she could do anything at all.
She tried and tried to define that moment later on, when she was alone. She never could.
She felt his skin sliding against hers. Warm and smooth. His fingers glided as if impressing their shape on hers forever, their size. ‘She was acutely aware of those fingers. A sensation ran through her like the electric shock she’d felt the week before, when she had tried to plug their ancient coffeepot into a dubious-looking outlet in the kitchenette. It was a splintering sensation. Both dull and sharp. She had found herself lying on the linoleum and staring up at the ceiling before she even knew what had happened to her.
This was like that.
And she knew that he was real.
A/N: So here’s the original cover this was based on:
So y’all can get an idea of just how much work had to be done! 😉
COOKIE QUOTE OF THE DAY (and YES! There is one):
Ginny stood on the landing and looked down at the gallery below. She had a good view of the street through the plate-glass window. The fog was starting to roll in again. A few people were walking quickly down the street, heads ducked against the promise of rain, forms not quite distinct in the changing light of a winter afternoon. Every lamppost held a vacantly grinning Santa Claus, dangling like a man hung in cheerful effigy.
Continue reading 30 Days of NaNo, 30 Covers of Anisefics: Sex and the Single Devil 8
“Ugh,” said Ginny.
“Ugh?” asked Colin.
“Pretty much. Ugh.”
“You’ve made more coherent comments in your life,” pointed out her friend.
“That’s all I can put together right now.” Ginny stood behind the desk of the tiny collective art space and stared out the window into the rain.She felt impossibly listless. . She hadn’t been sleeping much lately, and it was the sort of drizzly day that seemed to spawn dreams.
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COOKIE QUOTE OF THE DAY:
“The devil’s making me think about sex, Colin!” screeched Ginny.
A hush fell over the crowded library coffee shop.
Ginny buried her head in her hands. “Can I crawl into a bottomless pit now?” she asked in a muffled voice.
“Funny how those bottomless pits never open when you want them to,” mused Colin.
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