We're having some Halloween fun right now on my Facebook page, but it's just about the new month. That means new writing goals (I'm still working on them), and starting the countdown to the new year, which means a whole new set of goals for 2024. We had a really warm week last week, but now it feels like fall again, so I'm figuring on maybe some soup mid-week when we're expecting our first hard frost of the season. That'll be the end of my tomato plants (I've still been picking tomatoes this past week!), but that's okay. The only thing in the garden that will still keep going is the sage, which I use in a few weeks for Thanksgiving dinner, in the bread for the stuffing and in the turkey for my guys.
Before I get back to my weekend to-do list, I have a quick snippet for you today from Hunting Medusa.
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Kallan Tassos sat at the foot of the mountain, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel of the rented truck. Getting to the Medusa had been a lot easier than he'd been led to believe. He wondered why.
She was also a lot prettier than he'd imagined.
Sure, he knew the original Medusa had been so beautiful and confident she'd angered a Goddess. But this one wasn't what he'd expected. She had short, dark hair framing very expressive blue eyes. Somehow, he'd imagined long, blonde hair for a woman whose hair turned into snakes. And cold eyes like those very reptiles. Maybe not with a mouth that made him wonder how she'd taste.
He frowned, tapping his fingers faster on the wheel. Someone had left out a lot of details in the legends. Or the reality had changed much in the generations since the last Harvester had done his duty in killing the monstrous Medusa.
He shook his head. No, his imagination was simply working overtime. And when he got home to Baltimore--or even when he went to Greece to visit Uncle Ari at the family's ancestral home--he needed to find a willing woman, as it had clearly been too long if he was finding his quarry so attractive.
When his phone rang, he hesitated for a second at the name on the screen. He finally thumbed the button after the third ring. "Stavros."
"I hear you may have a promising lead. It is past time one of us killed this monster." His cousin's everyday accent thickened when he was excited, and judging by the way Greece flavored his words, he believed they were getting close.
"I'm sure one of us will," Kallan said mildly, drumming his fingers on his knee.
"I keep imagining taking her head after all this time. Perhaps before I do, I can make her pay a little for her family's existence."
Kallan frowned. Stavros didn't care who knew about his penchant for cruelty.
"Where are you now?"
Again he hesitated. He rarely lied, and never to his family. "Oklahoma. I've found some information on a young woman closely related to the last Medusa that perfectly fits our profile." He didn't feel bad about the lie, since he knew his cousin would be there within twenty-four hours if he told him where he really was and that he'd found the Medusa.
"Where are you heading?"
"Northeast." He hoped Stavros would be satisfied with the vague answer for now. But he didn't want his cousin breathing down his neck. Stavros had a vicious streak miles wide, had ever since they were children and just beginning to explore and use their individual talents in their hunt for the Medusa. Kallan could undo any lock with just a touch. Stavros could sense and undo any magical spell he found in his path. When they were teenagers, Kallan had seen him use his magical skill to kill innocent animals just because they were nearby. On occasion, he'd used any handy weapon or his bare hands, simply because he could. Kallan knew Stavros's cruelty had intensified in recent years based on things not only Stavros had mentioned, but whispers from his other cousins. While he knew as well as anyone else in his family the sort of monster the Medusa was, he didn't think it necessary to make her suffer the way Stavros would. Especially now that he'd met her.
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Are you working out your November plans this week, too? I'd love to hear about them!