I’ve got a massive backlist out there, but I’m focusing mostly on my indie releases now, which a lot of my readers haven’t heard of yet. So we’re going to be putting up excerpts of the indie work I’ve done—both full length and short collections, each Wednesday, to encourage you to give my new work a try.
Today’s excerpt comes from Earthbound.
Series Page: https://galenorn.com/series/otherworld/
Book Page to find buy links: https://galenorn.com/book/earthbound/
Shortly after Delilah and I arrived home, Menolly woke. The house still echoed, compounded by the lack of furniture. As we sat around the folding card table, wondering what to do, it occurred to me that we had to start acclimating more quickly so we wouldn’t be at loose ends all the time.
“Well, at least we know Siobhan now. I think you’d like her, Menolly. She’s reserved, but nice. Though I hope that she’s not hurting too much because of those damned geese.” Delilah stared at the ceiling.
“I’d go into work but it’s my evening off and Jocko would just send me home. Anyway, I can’t drive there, and I don’t feel like walking.”
“I suppose we could call Chase to come over and talk. We know him. He talked about you all the time I was there, Camille.” Delilah glanced over at me with a grin on her face. Over the intervening days it’d become obvious that Chase had a thing for me, and while he was nice enough, I was getting annoying when he stared at my boobs and made subtle innuendos.
“Oh yes, I would just love that. We have Iris’s number. We could call her.”
“She put up with us all day, I don’t think we want to inflict ourselves on her tonight. I can’t believe we’re bored. We’re in a totally new world and have nothing to do. This is pathetic.” She paused, then jumped up. “We could watch TV!”
Menolly and I groaned. Over the past few evenings Delilah had gotten herself hooked on The Jerry Springer Show. It was as bad as some of the circus acts in the bazaars back in Otherworld, only televised rather than live. But Delilah had developed a crush on the host, and she practically drooled over him.
“Only if it’s a show other than your hot to trot fantasy crush. No, let’s do something else.” I walked over to the window, staring outside. It was windy. Blustery, really, but the rain had subsided and the moon had broken through the clouds. “Let’s go for a walk. We know there’s a pond on our land. Let’s go down and check it out.”
