March 22nd excerpt:
Holding his breath, Sam had to peek behind his seat to see where it had run, and his eyes widened.
No mouse had ever worn clothing or reached out with tiny hands to grab at forgotten candy on the floor.
Sam scrambled to his feet. “W-wait!” he called out.
March 21st excerpt:
The human’s foot tapped against the floor absently, and high above him the underside of the table echoed with the scratching of a pencil. Oscar swallowed dryly and steeled his nerves. The human was busy. He couldn’t see him and he wouldn’t hear him walking on the carpet fibers. This wasn’t even the first time he’d snuck under the table like this.
The vibration in the floor from the tapping foot was a drumbeat for his nerves. Oscar snatched up a discarded piece of granola, easily half the size of his head. Some days, that was enough for his one meal of the day.
March 20th excerpt:
If he ever did go into a room occupied by giants, there were rules to follow. He had to listen for breathing, the powerful gales in and out of enormous lungs. Relaxed breaths told him if they were sleeping or focused. Sleeping humans usually didn’t wake, if he was quiet enough while he searched around for food or something to use back in his home, nestled inside the walls themselves.
Every time he left that little haven, his heart rate sped up.
March 19th excerpt:
John didn’t want the brothers near this werewolf, as it was prone to stalking playgrounds and school houses in Silverthorne. A good name for a werewolf’s funeral, Dean had managed to get in before their father left them behind.
He was still convinced it was a good joke, even if John didn’t laugh. Their dad almost never laughed.
“I’m heading out,” Dean called to Sam, pushing the blinds open so he could peek through the window.
March 18th excerpt:
The giant covers to the side rustled as he stretched, eyes blearily opening, then shutting tight at the brilliance that filled the room. “Dean?” Sam mumbled, burying his head into a pillow. “Whatcha…” He yawned halfway through. “Doin?’ ”
Even waking Sam up couldn’t bring Dean down from cloud nine with his recent triumph. “I,” he started off, shamelessly bragging, “have figured out how we can spar without worrying about my height.”
March 17th excerpt:
Even when he first shrank down, he hadn’t encountered a feeling like this. It fluttered in his chest like a rabbit’s heartbeat and he tried to run faster. He even abandoned the food tucked under his arm, all to gain more distance, more speed.
March 16th excerpt:
Logan turned to bolt, and then stopped himself. He stooped to snatch up at least one small fragment of a chip. He’d already been seen, so there was no point in leaving empty handed.
Then he was off towards the oppressive, dark safety of the walls.
March 15th excerpt:
He lurched over to the enormous plate. Without even pausing to assess things, he greedily grabbed one of the potato chips in both hands. Dragging it towards himself, it caused a rustle as all of the others shifted around it.
Logan froze and looked up towards the doorway to the hall.
March 14th excerpt:
A deep, gruff voice resounded around the room. “Come out, come out, wherever you are!” echoed straight through Jacob, giving off an oddly-playful vibe. Of course, playful for the stranger could mean a whole lot of trouble for Jacob, considering the sheer difference in their sizes.
The boots stepped farther into the room, and the door swung shut, trapping Jacob in with a stranger that seemed to know he was there.
March 13th excerpt:
The intruder shut the door to the house lightly behind himself, a quiet click echoing through the still home as the latch shut. Darkness stretched around him, only broken in a few places by the scattered rays of the setting sun, splitting through the shadows like a shining beacon of sunset.
Brothers Apart 