When reading my page and all the others, keep in mind these three questions:
1. Would you turn to page 100?
2. Why or why not?
3. Is this a book you might want to buy.
My 99th Page:
Lissa awoke with a start. A bone thin, black cat with long straggly fur had curled up next to her while she slept. The doll laid face down within reach of her fingertips. She snatched it and hid it in her pocket.
Gently she got up so as not to disturb the cat's slumber. The witch was also still asleep when Lissa went to the window, intent on viewing the hut's surroundings. The white horseman rode through the clearing, and soon the red horseman followed. Light streamed in through the windows of the hut. The day had dawned.
The witch opened her cold, black eyes. Her bones lurched and cracked as she made her way to the door. Before stepping outside, she whistled for her mortar and pestle. In an instant they appeared with her faithful broom. She climbed into the mortar and gave Lissa a smile, revealing two rows of long, sharp teeth.
“I leave you to your work, my dear,” she said and was gone.
“Where should I begin?” Lissa wondered aloud. She was no stranger to hard work, but accomplishing all of the tasks was going to be impossible.
“All I can do is my best,” she said with a shrug. She decided to begin with the hardest task first – sorting the chaff from the wheat.
The skulls lurking on the fence were far less menacing in the light, but their eyeless glare and her thoughts of how they came to be there caused an involuntary shudder. Forcing her mind back to the task at hand she looked around the yard for the bushels of wheat.
