#SixSentenceSunday ~ The Fallen Clockwork Angel



Good morning everyone!

Today, I thought I share a bit from The Fallen Clockwork Angel. This is book 2 of mine and Michele's Dreadful series.

As you know, Emmitt is our reanimated man, and Libby is also a creation of Dr. Levi Raycraft. In this scene, Libby has escaped. Where will she go? Who will find her?

The city had gone through a transformation in the last six months. Rumor, none of it verifiable, said someone stopped inhuman beings. Levi believed it the whole time. Mark my words, Miss White. They are true.
For days afterwards, Raycraft paced the abandoned warehouse muttering to himself about his best creation getting away, and how he’d make one finer. More compliant. It wouldn’t be Emmitt though, and it stuck in his crawl too. If she had to remember when his obsession with Emmitt began, she couldn’t place her finger on a single defining episode.
In the beginning, when the first spark of reanimated life filled her, Libbie never had an independent thought, never questioned why he’d seemed so intent on finding an inferior monster when he had her. She agreed with Levi ad nauseam on various topics. But, the whole story of Emmitt, the brain of a genius combined with the bodies of serial killers and thrashers. Brawlers—men who didn’t give a lick as to what they did, so long as they were in a good fight—didn’t sit right with her.
The moment she went with intuition over Levi’s word, she realized she’d become autonomous. Self-aware. It sounded ridiculous when she thought of those first few weeks. Despite her few mechanical parts, she was a human being for bloody sakes, not an automaton. So, she took it upon herself to find out what Raycraft was up to, and the reality of her situation shocked her.
The moment Raycraft walked out the door, she dug through his files and read everything he’d written about his experiments. The only thing he’d done wrong, was giving her and Emmitt the capability of independent thought, even if they hadn’t realized it when they’d been reborn.
It was how she stumbled upon the newest blueprints for another monster. And, why she ran through the streets of London like a daft woman.
“Where are you going?” A hand snatched at her elbow and she screamed.

Libbie wrenched herself from the persons grasp and shuffled through the group of men who’d stepped from the gentlemen’s club. A shiver of dread slid down her spine chilling her to the point of pain. She’d never experienced anything of the sort, surely, it’d been a reaction to her need to flee. Not the fact she’d been soaked to the bone and frightened.


You get your first sneak peek at Emmitt and the gang in London Calling: Three Scintillating Victorian Steampunk Tales!

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