Last updated on October 7, 2025
Copyright © C Phillip 2024 All rights reserved.
My Current Work In Progress (WIP)
Content Warning
This book is a work of fiction involving scenes of physical and/or emotional violence, murder, blood, gore, intimidation, sexual intercourse, nudity, profanity, substance abuse, terminal illness, mental illness, suicide and self-harm, occurring in varied chapters, that may be upsetting and triggering for some readers. Unsuitable for all readers under the age of 18.
Prologue Snippet
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The full moon lit up the old well, turning it’s topmost corroded stones into dazzling spectres.
Renuka peered over the edge into the pitch black depths below. The earthy smell of wet clay, the stench of decaying moss and the sulfurous odour of underground rocks hit her. Abandoned for centuries, the structure stood at the end of a barren path, branching off the main road from town towards the east.
The town elders couldn’t remember when they last saw water in it. So why does it always smell so damp?
She held out her palm over the edge. Warm air tingled her skin.
Is it time I finished this ritual?
Her eyes scanned the starless night sky. Her ears hungered for any lucid sound in the bleak, moonlit landscape. An eerie silence greeted her.
Romance Snippet (Meet Cute)
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Dark male figures marched towards him. An old man with a walking stick lead the group. He hollered some incongruous words at Brown.
“I’m sorry, my friend,” Brown replied in Hindi again. “I do not understand.”
As the group inched closer, he saw the crude weapons in their hands—kitchen knives, gardening tools, hammers, wooden sticks. Half way down the street, the old man swung his stick high up above his head, and slammed it down on the ground. Flecks of mud flew in all directions.
Brown stepped back in confusion, his limbs shaking in fear.
Are they going to kill me?
All of a sudden, something large fell from the tree and landed right in front of him, making him jump. The girl in black had leapt down just in time. Seeing her, the men stopped at a distance. A short, heated exchange followed. The old man shouted many hurried words. The girl gave short replies, stoic and unfazed.
Brown blinked again. What are they talking about?
Restless, the men inched closer. Without warning, the girl swung her left arm and slammed a tiny ball on the ground. It sparked and burst into a wall of smoke, covering the width of the street and throwing all into chaos.
Brown had scrambled backwards, shielding his face with the raincoat. He could hear the men coughing and cursing through the smoke. When he lowered the raincoat, he saw the girl in black at his side.
“Run,” she cried in a hoarse whisper.
Grabbing his arm, she pulled him away from the scene. He ran with her, perplexed yet fascinated. Her speed and dexterity in the deepening gloom astonished him.
Why did she help me?
What did those men want?
Where are we going now?
Questions churned in his mind. His eyes darted between the obscure path ahead, and the girl’s tousled braid, bouncing against her bare skin…
Bare?
He blinked twice. From the neck down to her waist, only a couple of taut strings made up the back of her blouse; tied into large bows right at the centre. Her muscles rippled under her wheatish skin while her shoulder bones moved in tandem. He’d never seen such beauty before.
And that long neckline… covered in loose hair strands!
What he would give to reach out… run his fingers over her neck… brush away those soft looking black locks, and…
He shook his head, irked at the thought. Stop staring at her, you fool!
Still running, she turned her head, as though she’d heard him. The braid swung away and landed over her far shoulder. Their eyes met for a tiny instant. Her plump lips were parted while her chest heaved in the exertion.
His breath hitched. How pretty!
His foot skid forward a little in the mud, yet he kept running. Her rough but warm palm tightened over his, stirring him from head to groin.
Great heavens! I’ve gone mad.
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