The awesome and talented Brenda Drake is hosting another amazing contest*. This one is epic enough that it’s pulled another weekend post from me. I’m starting to like Sunday posts though, so I’m thinking maybe I’ll swap it out for either Monday or Thursday…we’ll see.

ANYWAY…Here’s how it works:
Natalie is all about the voice and wants you to show it in your first 250 words of your finished manuscript. When critiquing each others’ entries, look for voice and please keep your comments nice and helpful, not snarky.

Click Here for more details ^_^

And as always, since I only have one completely finished ms
Name: Loralie Hall
Title: Uriel’s Fall
Genre: Urban Fantasy

I’m posting two separate exerpts, I’m sorry. One is from the prologue and one is chapter 1, and I’m trying to determine which has a stronger representation of my voice.

Update: After some great and helpful feedback, I’m pulling the prologue down because 1 – it’s not the same voice as the rest of the book and 2 – Ms. Natalie Fischer isn’t a fan of prologues. I’ll be back a little later with some changes to my chapter 1 based on all the great things y’all have offered up so far.

Chapter 1
“Ronnie.” The waitress’s voice carried over the clatter of dishes on stainless steel in the diner kitchen. “You’ve got someone on twelve.”

“Thanks Sue.” Ronnie flashed her coworker a smile and wove her way around harried cooks and waiters. She said a silent thank you for a busier than usual night at the family-style restaurant. The bedlam kept her from focusing on the persistent growl in her stomach and her aching feet. Mortality wasn’t turning out to be the grand fantasy she had built it into.

Something nudged the edge of her senses. It pushed away the feelings of the people around her, smothering her innate empathy. Her skin itched like it was being invaded by a thousand burning pin-pricks. She turned her attention toward a man sitting in the corner booth, a cup of coffee in front of him.

It wasn’t that he was radiating anything unpleasant. It was more as if he sucked in and obliterated any emotion nearby. The human void had caught her attention every time she walked by, never meeting her gaze. She decided his inattention was a good thing and turned back to table twelve. Her canvas sneakers shuffled along the worn but clean carpet as she wove her way across the diner.

The man at the table felt more welcoming. He didn’t radiate any strong emotion, though he wasn’t a vacuum, either. The neutral vibe drifted off him like aromatherapy.

So…thoughts? And for showing voice, prologue or chapter 1?

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*For those of you who don’t remember, she hosted the Dark and Stormy Blogfest contestmy entry