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I haven’t quite been able to bring myself to start the second season of American Horror Story since I was disappointed with the first season. So I have started a couple of other shows instead–Wallander, The Fall. Wallander is a great show, though not one I am watching for scares, but for the great storytelling and acting. And maybe for Tom Hiddleston.
The Fall isn’t scary, per se. It is a very twisty, psychological thrill ride, with a serial killer in Belfast, and an investigator with some issues of her own who is doing her best to track him down. The killer is creepy and smart, and only a few steps ahead of the investigator, who is even smarter than the killer.
The writer part of my brain is loving the storytelling that keeps me on the edge of my seat. There are several moments in the first season that made me gasp out loud, things that I absolutely didn’t see coming. I really started watching it because Gillian Anderson is in it, and I loved her on The X-Files. Now I’m loving this show, and I can hardly wait to see what happens next.
I still have the next week or so to get in my scary horror movies, so I’m still looking for suggestions. And in the meantime, I think I have another little snippet of Hunting Medusa to share with you.
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They had missed the last ferry crossing for the day by half an hour. Andi bit her lip as Kallan’s eyes spit green fire. She wondered if he was willing the boat to return for them.
She touched his back gingerly.
He looked down at her, his expression only softening a little.
“There’s a very cute inn about five minutes back the way we came. We can spend the night there and be back for the first ferry tomorrow.” She rubbed her fingers in a circle on the back of his shoulder. “Relax.”
He let out a long, slow breath. “I’m sorry.”
She lifted one brow as she tipped her head to the side. “We’re on vacation, right? No schedules.” She wished she could really think of this as a vacation and not just a life-or death flight across the world. But maybe the reminder was what he needed right now.
“Yes, vacation.” His hard mouth softened, and his gaze dropped to her lips. “I think the inn sounds like a good idea. Maybe we can find a place to walk along the shore.”
“But no swimming. That water is too cold,” she teased.
His expression lightened further. “And you with no bathing suit.” His gaze slid lower, eyes darkening.
Andi swallowed. Well.
“Let’s go get a room.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and herded her back to the car. Anticipation made her shiver as he followed the winding coast road back the way they’d come. When he winked at her while checking them into the little inn, she decided to just enjoy the time here. To enjoy Kallan. While she had the chance.
They carted their things into the room, which was farthest from the lobby, in the back of the inn, and with a door of its own leading directly onto the rocky shore. Andi opened that one and stared out at the gray waves for a long time, smiling at the birds that dove low over the rocks and water, calling to one another. She wondered how her deer were faring with her gone. Or if the moose had made an appearance in the last few days.
“Shall we take a walk?” Kallan’s big hand settled at her nape, thumb sliding along the side of her throat and making her shiver, warmth oozing along her veins and distracting her from her thoughts.
“Okay.” She gave him a smile over her shoulder before she moved away, outside, where she dashed over rocks, between clumps of scrubby grass that waved in the breeze.
Behind her, she heard his heavier footfalls, and she laughed, running faster.
He caught her before she reached the water, his hands grabbing her waist and swinging her into the air so she shrieked with laughter.
When he set her on her feet, a dangerous light glinted in his eyes, and she felt her pulse leap in anticipation.
She backed away a step, then another, and he stalked her, his steps eating up more space than hers did. Another step and her heel caught on a rock.
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