I was having a hard time finding a word to use today, as I had two documents open and was searching the wrong one. **sign** on a good note, I’ve added quite a few chapters to a book I haven’t worked on since 2018. It’s set in England in the late 1800s and features aliens who crash landed in the English Channel. Also has a love story, because well, that’s what I do.
From Protector of the Grey House:
Natalia gagged again and doubled over, trying hard not to throw up. Though this was not her first time in the dungeon, the smell was worse this time, and her company was not as pleasant. The stench of meat rotting in the hot sun was so strong it was hard to concentrate. Natalia did not know why they were down here but did not really want to find out.
Joseph watched briefly as the human struggled with her environment. After a moment or two, he grabbed her arm and herded her to the last door in the hallway. He paused, pushing her against the nearby wall.
The stench was getting worse, but she found if she breathed through her mouth, it was not as bad. “How long will I be down here?”
“As long as it takes.” Joseph opened the door and watched Natalia’s expression as the stench was released from the room.