Well, here are both for your enjoyment.
7 lines from Page 7
She hit the ground with a thud, dropped unceremoniously by the man—at least he’d felt like a man, certainly more solid than any apparition she’d ever seen.
She was no longer in the cemetery. Whoever he was, had placed her on the other side of the gate, in the shadow of the large willow tree. Her eyes darted toward another burst of light just in time to see the ghouls wail and their bodies disperse in a cloud of ash.
She searched for the one who’d saved her. Her gaze flitted from tombstone to tombstone, expecting to catch sight of a face as pale as those hands.
No one was there.
7 lines from Chapter 7
Alex turned back toward Olivia, who still sat on a swing, her boots trailing in the mud. She didn’t need the gift of telepathy—though who in the world would call the ability to hear a person’s incessant mental ramblings a gift—to know that he was angry.
He stopped just short of her and glared, considering her a moment, even opening and closing his mouth twice.
“Spit it out,” she said.
“You have no right,” he said, his voice low and controlled. He wouldn’t yell or throw things. He couldn’t possibly hope to hold a swarm of demons inside him if he couldn’t guard himself against injured pride
Okay, it's called a WIP for a reason. Don't judge! Instead, why don't you post your 7 of 7 of 7 chunk below or on your own blog and then let me know about it. After all, it's not like I should be embarrassed all by my lonesome here!