The draft is now sitting around 60,800 words. I got to a large chunk that I had previously planned out, but I didn’t realize how hard it would be to actually write it as it included some very cringe behavior of some of the characters and it was giving me second hand embarrassment. As a result, I wrote it about 100 words at a time.
But I have got to the other end and found the next phase in one of the subplots which has been a lot of fun to work with.
Given the amount of cringe I wrote this week, I have just a little snippet to share.
Enjoy!
Halvar watched the dragon take flight before turning his attention to Cyrus who had stopped and turned to see the dragon leave. Narrowing his eyes, he hurried toward the naim.
“What did you do?” Halvar demanded.
“How dare you!” Aila cried as she rounded on Cyrus. “He’s still learning and I was safe. There is not a chance in the void that he would have let anything happen to me.”
“He couldn’t even touch me after hours of training.” Cyrus countered.
“Of course not, he’s only been training for a month.” Halvar said.
“He’s given more hope to Vale in a month than you have your entire life.” Aila sneered.
Halver looked from Cyrus to Aila as they glared at one another.
“What did you say to him?” he asked as his eyes landed on Cyrus.
“He told him if Zuriel is the hope of Vale, we have none.” Aila answered through clinched teeth.
Halvar let out a growl and grabbed Cyrus, spinning him toward him. “He has made more progress in a month in four different areas than some men do in years. If he fails, it will not be because he is not capable and it won’t be because he hasn’t poured every once of himself into this, it will be because you have taken the heart out of him.” Halvar shoved Cyrus back and turned to Lonan. “Can you get me to Zuriel?”
Lonan nodded and led Halvar away to Lyulf.
