I’m working on the second draft of my first novel outside the horror genre. Is it sci-fi? Is it fantasy? Could it be a mixture of both?

I don’t even have a title, and I’ve been working on it on and off for two years.

That said, here’s a snippet. I won’t share this via soc med, so if you see it, you see it. Thank you for reading. More soon.

Rev.

“Is that what you want, Connor?” my brother brought me back into the conversation. “Do you want our father to die so I can become king? I’m just going to hold you to the same standards. You’re not the spawn of my loins. My love for you isn’t as unconditional.”

I laughed sharply from wall to wall. The queen hid her smile behind her hand as best she could knowing Prince Killian was way off mark. I nodded in her direction without detection, allowing her to recognize my compliance with her hidden gesture.

“Dear brother, you call this man’s interactions with me the result of unconditional love? I think it’s time you visited one of the brothels in De Haro at your earliest convenience so you may be shown an example of the sport. It may not be unconditional, but they’ll promise you it is if you tip them well enough!”