@cbcreative He demolished the parcel, exposing a small, hinged box. Within, a ring nestled on a silken pillow. Translucent opals mirrored the deep blue of interspersed sapphires. It was his mother’s Victorian ring, passed from father to daughter for generations. And so – the custom endured.
@Nickyshearsby22 Oh, yes - but on about the 3rd rewrite I realised and brought him, a really evil character, back to life. And the novel, The Angels See Red, took off and flew! From around 70,000 to a far too long 140,000 words. And I still haven't sold it!