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Here's a little treat for all three of my faithful readers: an excerpt from the new Chapter Eight that I'm working on. Enjoy!

Rian moved to the door, and crouched under its frame to fit into the hallway. Zoey heard the stairs creak and moan. Relieved to get the giant alien out of her bedroom, she threw back her sheets, snuck out into the hall, making her way to Sara’s room. She opened the door, not at all surprised to find it empty. Gazing around all the book shelves, she found only one large space of wall, over Sara’s bed, and it was covered by a framed painting. The painting was of a lady in an elegant white dress with a purple sash. She was reclining in an antique chair covered by a floral design with blue drapes in the background. Zoey might have thought it was a self portrait of a younger Sara, if not for the cold, contemptible look on the woman’s face and the fact that her eyes weren’t green.

As she was about to leave, Zoey noticed a picture frame on the desk. It was of two women on a balcony at night. The one on the left had crisp, blond hair that touched her bare shoulders and wore a stylish black dress that hugged to her body. The one on the right was in a mainly black traditional Japanese dress, complete with a white obi that wrapped around her waist. Her long, dark hair was wrapped behind her head into a bun. The two looked of similar ages: late twenties, early thirties Zoey guessed. Both of them seemed to be happy, waving at the camera. Without being able to explain it, Zoey felt that they were both the best of friends. A highlight of that friendship frozen forever within the thin pane of glass. Zoey replaced the frame on the desk and left the room.