Six Sentence Sunday #3

You can now pre-order Wicked Satyr Nights from Breathless Press.

And now to the teaser.

The stars above him twinkled, and the Satyr Moon overhead was in the final stages. Soon the moon would be as it was, and life would continue. Pan closed his eyes and blew into the instrument. He would name the new instrument after her, a tribute to live the immortal life she’d been denied.

The melody he played became more frantic, darker, dripping with despair. He didn’t shed tears, but he bared his soul to the stars above, knowing they would allow him to mourn without judgment.

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