After Wrath of Hades is out, I'm going to take the rest of December and January to outline several ideas, including book 3 in the Children of Atlantis series.
Here's an excerpt from one of Raven's journals.
I’ve never
thought of myself as pretty.
For one, my
skin is too pale. I can’t tan, but I burn really well even with sunscreen, and
believe me I use a lot of the stuff. My skin is not a good combination in the
Texas sun.
And then
there’s my black-blue hair. It’s too—too different. I can’t color it. I’ve
tried a lot over the years. It just refuses to take the color. I can’t even cut
it short either, because I end up looking like a poodle that stuck its paw in
an electrical outlet. And I’m so sick of people, teachers especially, accusing
me of purposely putting blue dye in my hair just to cause problems.
The only thing
I actually like about my features is my eyes. Well, actually the color of my
eyes. The blue is so unusual. I’ve never seen anyone with eyes just like mine.
Most people think I’m wearing special contacts and I just let them think that.
It’s just easier than trying to explain. It’s funny how teachers have no problem
with colored contacts, but go nuts over hair color. Like I said, I don’t dye my
hair, but what’s wrong with having pink, green, or purple hair? I just don’t
understand.
