Sunday Treat! :-)

Just the barest snippet from the second chapter of the book I'm working on.  I'd love to hear what you thought when you read it. :-)  At some point soon I'll probably have a contest to pick a title for this one.  Does anyone have any suggestions?  If you do, please leave them in the comments and that way we'll all have something to vote on! :-)



As he half-dragged her through the archway Roni finally saw what he meant by 'the dungeon.'  This was no police station; it was a full-out medieval torture chamber!  The flickering glow she had seen was a huge fireplace with a roaring fire.  Sticking out from a shelf inside of it were the handles of several branding irons.  There was a rack, an iron maiden, and many other implements of torture she couldn't name but whose purpose was clear.