Joanne Guidoccio

@joanneguidoccio.bsky.social

A member of Crime Writers of Canada, Sisters in Crime, and Women's Fiction Writers Association, Joanne Guidoccio writes cozy mysteries, paranormal romances, and inspirational literature. Website: https://www.joanneguidoccio.com

It's Book Quote Wednesday and today's #BookQW word is 'know'. Far too many options so I've gone with 'known'. In Waterborne Exile Brett's freemerchant father is returning home after a long absence, but he's not alone.

Extract from Waterborne Exile by Susan Murray:

Brett moved his attention to the woman who rode behind his father, eyeing her with curiosity. She had fair skin, ill-suited to the desert heat. There was something ethereal about her, something he couldn’t quite name, some sense of – what, he wasn’t sure. As if aware of his scrutiny she looked up and her eyes met his. Brett caught his breath. For a moment it was as if she could read his innermost thoughts. But that was silly. No one could do such a thing. There was a slight twist of her mouth that might have been a smile then she nodded and he found he could turn his eyes away at last, aware of a sudden sense of great grief. Such a sorrow as he’d never known before. He felt strangely guilty, as if he’d intruded somehow. 

He fell in behind their horses as they picked their way up the valley. This was something important here, something momentous.

#BookQW – know(n)

Cover of Waterborne Exile by Susan Murray. A woman in a blood-spattered white gown moves past the viewer, holding a bowl of blood in both hands. A bloodstained dagger is tucked in her belt. Cover art by Paul Young.

Today's word is TREE. Today's #BookQW from Summon the Keeper (DAW Books, Inc. 1998) a contemporary fantasy set in Kingston, Ontario where even though the cat never shuts up, Hell still gets all the best lines. Available wherever you buy ebooks. Shop indie if you can.

The digital cover is in the upper right:  a spooky house with things happening in every window (werewolf, bat, fire tentacles) and caution tape over the door. A black and white cat lounges disdainfully on the roof. The background is the house and the quote is in a yellow/orange rectangle.

    Thunder cracked, lightning lit up the sky, and it started to rain harder. Down the center of the street, where the reaching leaves of the huge, old trees didn't quite touch, grape-sized drops of water hit the pavement so hard they bounced. On the sidewalk, under the trees, it was ...
     ..not significantly drier.