Feed, Prey Love
Here's another excerpt from my upcoming novel. Talib is close to breaking down the walls he's surrounded himself with and is about to let Conley in.
His own voice startled him. I’m talking to myself now? A longing originated in the pit of his stomach and grew like a flame licking at dry wood, growing slowly and steadily until it took hold and became a full-bodied fire. Instead of burning, the flame warmed him from within, filling the void which he had grown too accustomed to living with.
Like an old friend, a sensation took hold, perhaps fueled by the fire burning within his heart. Hope, once again, pure and expansive, reached to his outermost cells and extended beyond him, like a force that drew energy in.