Original snip (young adult)
And here’s a snip from the YA I posted on patreon just now:
She’d never heard her sister scream like that, shrill and terrified, worse than any nightmare given flesh. Shadow leapt over a pile of rubble, fumbling with frozen fingers at her satchel. The camping knife, the camping knife, she needed to find Tempest, to help her, to save her, and all she had was a fucking camping knife to ward off whatever horrors lurked in the darkness.
It was almost too much to process—so Shadow didn’t process it. She just reacted on pure instinct, flashlight sweeping the ground just before her feet as she hurtled half-blind into the darkness, skittering across rock and through pools of gathered water deeper and deeper into the cavern.
Some part of her warned that she should be leaving some kind of trail they could follow back to the sinkhole entrance, but the rest was responding to pure adrenaline. Her sister’s shrill cries echoed from deep inside the earth, farther and farther away even as Shadow raced the darkness to reach her—as if, somehow, Tempest were being dragged away by something bigger and faster than either than them. As if—
Suddenly, without warning, without preamble, the screams died.