Deep Water
Chapter 1
The water was all around her, blue-green, murky and cold. At first, it was like watching a movie, some TV show of drowning people, their air bubbles flowing up past the camera lens in a decorative pattern. But then she tried to take a breath, and the water flooded her lungs, seared her brain, and cold, webby hands grabbed hold of her, dragging her down, pulling her away from the air, away from life...
Buffy Summers woke up with a desperate gasp, and found herself already out of bed, standing barefoot on the chilly floor. Her nightshirt was soaked in cold sweat, and her hair was stringy, like she'd gone to bed after a shower without combing it out first. For a moment she merely sucked oxygen into her lungs, her chest heaving, thankful for the crisp dryness of the winter air.
"Okay," she said to herself. "That was deeply unpleasant."
For all the perks of being the Slayer, the one who stood between humanity and the nether world of demons and things that went snarl in the night, there were times when it really, really sucked. Which was not an expression she used lightly, here in the va ... read full excerpt from Deep Water ebook
