I'm working on the second draft of Return to Sleepy Hollow, trying to meet a September deadline. But I thought my readers might like a small taste of what's to come. If you've read Sleepy Hollow and were left hanging, grab a hold of this:
(WARNING! Contains Sleepy Hollow spoilers.)
February 1794
He was there again…just below. I awoke
as always to the power of his presence.
My bare feet hit the cold floor. One peek—just one—out the window.
The steam from Mrs. Allsopp’s kitchen
collected in this room—this small room—causing deposits to form on the panes. Seeing
out was like looking through damp feathers. That, and the added frost, made spying
difficult. But he was there, in the torch-lit
alley, his shadow bleeding onto the snow.
It’d been three years since I’d seen this
horseman. The Horseman. And, as then,
his hand reached out, summoning me to him. Katrina.
A chill deeper than the winter cold embraced
me and I wore it like a second skin.
Three times now he’d appeared since I
fled to Philadelphia.
Why here? Why now?
Why me?
But whatever the reason, he wanted me—a
want so strong, I could barely resist.
Where would he take me?
His gloved fingers summoned me like willows
waving in a breeze.
Katrina.
He sat proud in the saddle, his shoulders
broad—an obsidian hole where his head should rest. Snapping back his cape, he tilted
his hand that I might easily take it. How freeing it would be to throw myself onto
the back of his horse and let him whisk me away.
He waited…wanted.
Katrina.
“What’s out there?” The voice startled
me, causing me to whip around. Violet, the girl I shared the room with, sat up,
her silhouette resembling a keyhole in the dark.
“Nothing,” I answered. It was true. For
when I turned back, he was gone.
She rustled the covers, lying back down.
“Sleepwalkin’ again?”
It was my best excuse. “Yes.”
I took one last look out the window, knowing
tomorrow it would only be a dream—a ghost lingering in my weary mind.
I crawled under the covers, gooseflesh
prickling my skin. Though a vast distance divided us, Sleepy Hollow would forever
haunt me.
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