The following is my first post of 6 lines, taken from the middle of my historical romance, Eostre's Hare, an easter submission published in 2010. Authors slap lines up on Sunday for readers and peers to check out. SSS is such a fun idea, started by Sara Brookes.
Plumes of black smoke had shown them the way. Curved peaks and then the sea behind them, Gwynedd Wales had been a gorgeous locale to raise an abbey.
It now lay in ruins. Shattered towers, broken main archway, the horses shied from the bodies heaped everywhere along the long, entrance pathway. Hundreds of men, throats slit, chests gutted, their white robes stained red. Trumpets, prayer beads, lay tumbled beside splayed fingers.