Friday Night Drabble Party!
Well, hello there, everybody! Welcome to the Friday Night Drabble Party!
Hey! Guess what? NEW NOVEL!
Yep, that’s right, I have a new novel out. SURPRISE! Not really. You know me. I write. It’s what I do.
What’s the novel? Nebula Risen- A Roak: Galactic Bounty Hunter Novel!
Jonny Nebula was the greatest heavy-grav fighter to ever compete in the Orbs. Galactic Champion for two decades running, no one could touch his skill. Until his final, brutal fight when his reign came to a bloody, deadly end.
But, as Roak is about to find out, there’s always an encore.
An old friend from his past. A job that shouldn’t exist. A web of lies and deceit that goes deeper than anyone knows. Roak has his work cut out for him.
It’ll take all of Roak’s skills as the galaxy’s premiere bounty hunter to track down a dead man. Especially one that refuses to be found without a knockdown, drag out, to the death (again) fight!
How ya like dem apples? DOUBLE BAM!
Now, on with the drabble!
“What’s that, Coop?” Ropes asked. “That looks…funny.”
“Just drink it, Ropes,” Coop replied. “Trust me.”
“Last time I trusted you, Coop, you nearly poisoned me.”
“That was an accident.”
Ropes eyed the bottle with deep suspicion. “Then what is it?”
“Would I poison you, Ropes? Would I?”
“But, last time–.”
“Accident. Complete and total accident.”
Ropes reached for the bottle of bubbling green liquid, hesitated, reached for it again, hesitated once more, then took the drink and downed it.
Ropes died. Horribly. The worst death. Blood, pus, everything.
“I fixed it,” Coop said. “Works now.”
Disclaimer: TRIPLE BAM!