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I know I’ve subjected many of you to this poor opening many times, so I apologize if it’s getting a little tired. But…it is my finished novel and I do hope to get it right one of these days, so below is the first 250 words.

Title: Uriel’s Fall
Genre: Contemporary Fantasy
Word Count: 75,000

250 Word Sample

Edit: Revision 2 Thanks everyone for the great input so far. I don’t know that I’ve completely corrected the issues with it being too telly/purple prosed, but I’m hoping this is closer. I’m having internet problems so I haven’t been able to come give feedback, but I’m hoping to get out there today ^_^. Here’s my revision:

Mortality wasn’t the epic adventure Ronnie had imagined. She paused near the kitchen of the small diner where she worked, blowing black bangs out of her eyes, and resisted the urge to take off her worn sneaker to rub her foot. Supposedly that kind of thing was unsanitary. She didn’t get what the big deal was. It wasn’t like she let the dirt stick to her hands. How gross would that be?

Invisible flame sliced her skin like razors, pushing away the emotion of everyone else and distracting her from her sore feet. She focused, resisting the urge to whimper in pain. Normally she adored that her empathy allowed her to feel others emotions physically. Contentment brushing her cheeks with rose petals or joy on her lips like raindrops. It was one of the perks of being an angel in a physical form. But she was so getting tired of the creepy void guy who came in day after day and sat in the corner sucking all feeling from the room.

He’s back, a voice whispered. Ronnie forced it aside, not interested in the muttering of the captured demons sharing her mind. She scanned Formica tables and vinyl benches until she spotted the source of the pain across the room. At least he wasn’t in her section that day.

He’s like Ace. That voice was always loudest. Not worth your attention. Focus. Gentleman on table twelve. The others ran together until she couldn’t tell them apart.