Then suddenly, like a change in the weather, she sensed him – a presence that made her frightened and curious. It was strong and familiar, like nostalgia, and reminded her of warm blankets in the wintertime. What confused and frustrated her was that she didn’t know why.
She fixed her gaze upon the door to the study, and waited the length of a few heartbeats, but no one emerged. Meanwhile, the little shadow creatures drew nearer, their ranks expanding as they came from everywhere. Every corner and shadowed surface seemed to offer up a shuddering darkling. She pressed her back to the bookshelf behind her, unable to escape any further.
~ from A Shadow Story (Chapter Seven: Burglary and Black Buttons)
by Donelle Lacy
This is why I still love my YA Victorian novel. Even after I've gotten rejection after rejection. Even after I've felt like maybe it's just not what's popular right now. I don't care. I love everything from it's atmosphere to its characters, and I love the feeling I get when I read it again after months of letting it sit.
Try reading something of yours and fall in love all over again.