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Excerpt: Just as Butterfly and her family, reached the front door a man fell backwards, barely missing them, he was dead. Butterfly could see the arrow that had pierced his heart. She saw that this man was her neighbor. Mother turned so fast she nearly fell over and Butterfly reached out to steady her. Now they were going towards the back door. Mother was talking to them and it took an instant before Butterfly realized what she had been saying. “When we get to the back door, I will hold the flap open for you, you hit that door running. Run as fast as you can, and do not look back, DO NOT LOOK BACK,” she repeated. “I will be right behind you.”

When they reached the back door mother stopped, turned to her children, and hugged them to her bosom. Without saying another word, mother turned, reached up and grabbed the flap to jerk it open.

Fire Maker had his tomahawk in his hand, and stepped forward, he would go in first. He reached up to grab the flap that served as a door. But, just as his fingers tightened around the material, someone from inside jerked it from his hands. He held his tomahawk in his free hand and without thinking he let loose with it, straight at the person on the other side of the door.
Mother fell backwards into Butterfly, she was dead before she hit the floor, a tomahawk had struck her across her face.
A woman fell from the blow, a blow that struck her across her face. As she fell, she dragged most of the

. Magic Power, Growling Bear and Fire Maker stood there, stunned.

Butterfly grabbed her brother and pulled him behind her, then froze. In the doorway stood three, large, ferocious looking Seneca warriors. These had to be the fiercest warriors she had ever seen. Each had their face painted black. One was taller than anyone she had ever seen before. The other two were no slouches. They were both tall.

Time was in slow motion, she forgot to breathe, the blood in her veins refused to flow, even her heart had stopped beating. All she could do was look at her mother lying on the floor. Blood was everywhere around her mother’s face and still gushing.
Finally, her little brother found his feet and stepped in front of Butterfly with his little fists raised in the air, as if he alone could protect her.

S. J wrote: "Excerpt: Just as Butterfly and her family, reached the front door a man fell backwards, barely missing them, he was dead. Butterfly could see the arrow that had pierced his heart. She saw that this..."

Hi S.J.

I'm interested. Please email me for more discussion.
Here is the address -sebanti82@gmail.com

Regards,
Sebanti

Sebanti, thank you for your review of my book. It was greatly appreciated. You have answered all of my questions regarding your read, and added additional information. You were honest and insightful. You have done a great job. Thank you. I am unable to find a place in here to leave you a testimonial. If there is such a place, please advise and I will gladly give it.

Sabanti,
Would you be interested in reading a crime/novel? I have 136 pages completed. It is not for an underage reader, There is violence, foul language and suggestive scenes ( I do not write erotica, but it is suggestive.)

Please advise.
Thank you and have a great day,