What the heck? Wednesday already?? And a crappy one for many parts of the US. We’re cold here in WI, but don’t have the snow that’s slammed other states. And yes, I know, I said I like snow and winter and all, but it’s a bit too early for single digit temps. I expect that weather in January, after I’ve had a few months to acclimate myself to it.
Now, I could have very well picked something for my WIPpet that would have warmed you up a bit, but I decided to leave that to some of the other WIPpeteers this week. I am giving you more of Roe and Fader. A bit of good news on that front, I managed to add another thousand words to The Adorned when I was arguing with EoD characters and needed a diversion. It was that or kill someone, and neither of the two I was arguing with could die at this point in the story. They keep acting like this, however, and all bets are off. (Kate Sparkes, you may want to have a talk with your boy. Just saying.)
No fancy math this week. I’m giving you 11 paragraphs for the 11th month, in which I give you a peek at the antagonist.
The woman turned. “Adorned? I thought you were dead.”
“Close enough to singe my brow in the fires of the damned,” Fader said.
She grinned and slid a look Roe’s way. “Who’s the urchin?”
“I’m no urchin,” Roe said, not bothering to hide her ire.
“She is no one for you to hold in concern,” Fader said.
“You saying as much tells me she is just that.”
“Then you lay meaning on my words they do not hold. She is no one.”
The woman’s amber eyes settled on Roe, raked over her head to toe and back, lingering on her face. “Ah.”
Roe lifted a brow. “Ah?”
“Cael ris brehcht,” the woman said to Fader.
A laugh rumbled from his chest. “Nulch churraup, Jimmalynn.”
Trust me, a part of that conversation is going to come back to bite Fader in the ass. Yup. That it is.
And, moving on to ROW80. I have officially crossed the half-way point in EoD. *happy dance* The 1800+ words I officially added since Sunday doesn’t include a couple thousand written on future scenes. I tend not to count those until I actually insert them into the ms. just in case they don’t make the cut. So yeah, even though currently two of my characters are just begging me to kill them and dump their bodies in the river, I’m muscling through. First drafts are allowed to suck.
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