Saturday 13 July 2013

Memoirs of this Delusional Writer #27

Starting paragraph
Sitting in one of the booths that lined the wall of the local pub, Brad took a slow sip of his beer. It was the only one he was allowed to have, since they were going out later that night to see if they could catch a werewolf in the act.
A Werewolf’s Howl (moonlit wolves #5) page 18