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We interrupt our regularly scheduled glimpses of Full Metal Librarian to bring you eight sentences from Pigeons, the novel I’m currently shopping around. I’ll be bringing it with me to the Midwest Writers’ Workshop at the end of this month, and I need all the practice I can get before the pitch sessions . . .
In one sentence, Pigeons is a caper novel about a group of ex-cons who are using every trick they know to track down the estranged family of their boss and mentor, a legendary reformed huckster who needs a bone marrow transplant.
Needs work, I know . . .
Saul and Cassie are secondary characters, but I love them both—though I’d never play poker with either of them:
Saul put an elbow on the fresh pack while he flipped over the used one and counted through the cards. He snapped his fingers and held out a hand.
Cassie rolled her eyes and fished two queens out of her low neckline. “Just for luck,” she said.
“It isn’t working,” Saul said. “And neither is the ace in your back waistband.”
“And I don’t even want to know where you’re keeping the jack.”