Tuesday, August 2, 2011

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Are you following along as I revise my novel online? 
He pops the front door lock and steps into the foyer. Other than the low hum of a refrigerator, the house is silent. In the living room, he stops at the fireplace and taps the brass gyroscope on the mantle, sending the wheels whirling. He goes to the sliding glass doors along the back wall of the house and stares at the infinity pool spilling into the canyon, twinkling in the sunlight.