So, I thought I'd post the introduction to the book I'm writing, 8 months down the line and still writing *sigh* Will it leave you wanting to read more? Any advice, good or bad will be appreciated.
Children of the Night roam the darkened street, out of the watchful eye of strangers, adults who wish to cause them harm, if you listen carefully you'll hear the whispers of "why". Dragging their feet, treading gently, leaving behind not a print of existence. They wish not to be discovered by humanity, if a human sound they hear they eclipse into the shadows which envelops them in a blanket of black. Protecting them from cruelty, pain and woe.
Over the era of time, men have been on their trace, searching, seeking, wanting to prove this being exists. By moment they have come extremely close, they cannot see this child, they have no magical tools to help find , they can only use what they were born with, the sense of smell.
Where do these children come from originally I hear you ask, they descended one day from the hills up high, their spectacular form slowly appearing from the mists of the sky. Their auras the brightest of purple surrounding their innocent souls. A group of thirty three came down from those hills and of yet have never returned, what they wish to do here is as of yet unknown, as Father Time watches the sand slip by, he raises his bushy eyebrows and asks "when". When what? That is something you will learn as the you follow the Branch of Eternity. Be proud that you are allowed to follow, this is rare and an exceptional glory, always remember many seek to be in your place now and know what you see and sense is true.