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Comment by Susan Whitfield on January 25, 2009 at 4:58pm

Excerpt from Hell Swamp (2-21-09 release):

The hand wrapped around my throat, the long nails on its fingers cut my skin. I screamed. I could hear myself screaming. I snatched out of the fingers’ grip and fell. Fell a long way. Then the dirt hit my face. I was being buried alive! I scrambled sideways when I realized there was nothing to stop me.
When I hit the table, I woke up, piled on the floor with the aloe plant from the bedside table and all its dirt on top of me. The nightmare I’d once had was back and more frightening than ever. I sat up on the floor and spit out dirt, flipping the plant unto the floor. I trembled, realizing I had peed in my pants

Comment by Susan Whitfield on January 25, 2009 at 4:56pm

Excerpt from Just North of Luck:

My tummy howled as I grabbed rocks and roots and worked my way to the top. I pulled out binoculars and crouched to peer under brush and trees, spotting the copper Hummer a little farther away than I'd anticipated, but at least it was in sight. Finally.

I eased myself down, working out a plan a few degrees at a time. Once I was near a small patch of flat ground I spotted it again and ran, tripping a few yards away--right into the anal glands of a skunk.
The damn striped fur bag threw its tail in reverse and soaked me with a pungent discharge. My eyes stung and my nostrils caved in while my
mouth twisted and contorted, followed by the rest of my body.

I pulled my Ruger to shoot the little shit but couldn't see well enough to take aim. I couldn't wipe off since my clothes were saturated with revolting spew.

Fumbling for keys, I unlocked the Hummer and grabbed the emergency blanket, wiping my eyes and face first. Stink dripped from my hair. I mopped. I peeled off all my clothes and wrapped nakedness in the blanket, careful to toss my guns and gear in the back as far
from me as possible. I left the sturdy camo clothing and blue lace panties beside the road.