Sample Sunday: Polar Night Prologue

Ever since I had the dream that inspired me to take my suspense novel in a totally different direction, I've been thrilled as I've been able to make more progress on it in the past two weeks than I previously had over the whole summer. I thought I would share the prologue I wrote to start the novel. My hope is that sharing part of it will help me to keep going at this pace, as sharing the story somehow makes it feel more "real."

The prologue is quite short, but I hope that it captures both the atmosphere of the story and the interest of readers. The working title for the novel is Polar Night.

Prologue

 

He loved the cold.

Raw, icy, bone chilling cold. It reminded him of home. Of February. Of her.

Most couldn't tolerate the harsh Alaskan winters. But he wasn't like most. He didn't fear the cold. He embraced it.

He stared out at the barren white landscape in front of him, and brushed a strand of straight blond hair from his forehead. He shook the snowflakes from his long, gloved fingers, and put his hands back into the pockets of his black coat.

He loved the cold, yes, but he loved the night even more. His first winter in Alaska had convinced him to make the state his American home. He knew he had found the right place.

He lived for the night. And it was coming.

It was almost December, and the darkness was coming.

When it came, she would be his again. He felt a rush of anticipation as he turned to go back inside.

The darkness was almost here.