I'm editing my next novel, Bone Dry, the second Laura Beth Copeland Misadventure, hopefully to be released by Christmas. Here is a small exert:

Corbin realized he was hopelessly lost, but come morning, he would follow the sun and head east.

As they turned down a road not much bigger than a goat path, Corbin noted the ancient bald cypress trees standing in murky swamp water and bit lighter in color than the sky. The trees loomed like jagged gray pikes against an inky background. The yellowish foliage on the trees cast a ghostly silhouette on the obsidian sky. A little lighter grayish-green Spanish moss draped eerily over the pallid limbs. A brisk breeze caused the moss to sway back and forth like long dangling curls.