I arched my neck, snorted, and tensed my legs. This was my favourite part, the preperation, the run and the lift. I started slow, as always, gathering more speed as I went. My legs burned, my chest heaved, my heart was beating a tattoo against my ribs. I was ready, I flexed my wings, stretched them fully and jumped into the air. Currents of air caressed and kissed my wings as I soared higher, sweeping and ducking, twisting and turning. I was a Pegasus. And I was in flight.

By LowlifeTheory.

I've been best friends with LowlifeTheory for more than half my life now. I'm surprised I've survived this far. I haven't written anything in an age and suddenly I'm being harrassed by the she devil to help me with this and read that. Now, suddenly, I'm co-writing Rise Again. Not only that, she's harassing me to write prequels, sequeals and all the bits in between.

I'm working on a few projects of my own but I'm currenlty hiding behind (as usual) my friend. Hopefully someday soon I'll have something exciting to post. Until then I'll creep around here in my own little world stalking those I like and harassing people for more of everything!