Zakarrie Clarke

2020

TREADMILL Week 177 & What I #AmReading – The Beast of Bodmin Moor by Zakarrie C.

📚 From Thursday:

The scent shimmering off Phin’s skin was akin to inhaling flame. As intoxicating as it was life-giving. Jake’s nostrils flared in recognition of a truth he could no longer deny. Jack had never tried, of course, a fact Jake had been hell-bent on blanking. Intent on blissful ignorance. Jackals mate for life. Plural. Phin smelled of home and hearth, of flickering warmth on a bitter winter night. It was far too late now. It had been from the very first.

April 19, 2020

2019

TREADMILL Week 130 & What I #AmReading – The Duke and the Dandy Highwayman by Zakarrie C.

🌹 Monday’s Snippet:

“Now, what am I going to do with you…?” The rogue mused, lifting a forefinger to his lips in a parody of deep thought, as he drew to a halt before Padraic. The threat inherent in that phrase thrilled down the Duke’s spine, which was oh, so wrong; he should be plotting his escape or…or weaving the perfect words to ensure his prompt release. Yes, that was it.

“I-is that a rhetorical question?”

May 26, 2019

TREADMILL Week 125 & What I #AmReading – Darkness Dawns by Zakarrie Clarke

🌷 Snippet 🌷

Life was now an endless loop of nothingness and numbers in a relentless onslaught of darkness. Its soundtrack issued instructions or imparted information in benumbing monotones, even the bloody clock. It was uncannily akin to being addressed by a Dalek; Leo couldn’t help but hope that it might, one day, declare that it was time to exterminate him.

April 21, 2019

2018