Springing an Introduction
It's spring, or so the calendar tells me. The weather hasn't made up its mind yet. Such is life in Southwestern Pennsylvania. I'm sharing an excerpt of the detective story I've been intermittently writing with my fantasy series. This story takes place in present day, has no portals to magical worlds, and is currently titleless. Here is an introduction of something different. From the first page: Rain pattered Zia’s umbrella while the cold, spring air made her arm ache. She thought nothing could be worse than Pittsburgh’s winter for her mending bicep. Then, Pittsburgh’s spring came. Tucking the umbrella’s rod between her neck and shoulder, she rubbed her upper arm. Her pace increased as she peered at the six story red brick building—the only legally occupied building in one of the forgotten, dilapidated sections of the city. She hurried inside, hoping its warmth would ease the pain. An original to the building, out of commission, peeling paint metal