This is the opening to my Nightmare novel. It’s about a Nightmare (mythical horse-like creature, think flaming mane and tail). I’ve been working on getting it cleaned up and I’m thinking about submitting it to Decadent.
Now I lay me down to sleep… the words echoed in my head as I fought against the darkness that was threatening to claim me.
I was missing something, something that would protect me from the consuming blackness.
I pray the lord my soul to keep. The words tugged at memory. Soul.
I bolted upright, clutching at my chest, gasping for breath.