Since last week I have added 12,800 words to the latest draft bringing it over 27k.
Part of that was how much I didn’t want to change. There were several scenes that I transferred with some adjustments and a couple that I copy pasted as is.
This morning I worked through a new portion of the story, where I am making adjustments to some of the character arcs and plot lines and I am feel very good about how it came out, especially since I was stumped when I sat down to write this morning and assumed I wouldn’t hit my 1k goal for the day (I flew past it).
In celebration of another good week, here are a few snippets:
Aaron’s mouth dropped open. “I’m your link? Your rider?”
Agreement.
With that, Pyre stood and pushed an image of Aaron climbing invisible stairs onto the dragon’s back.
Still in shock, Aaron stood dumbstruck a moment until he pushed the image in his mind once more.
“I, I don’t know how to do that.”
The image returned with the added detail of ripples of energy beneath his feet as he jogged up the invisible stairs.
“No, I get that it’s naim magic, I just, I don’t know how to use it like that yet. I haven’t even been here for a day, Pyre. I have no idea what I’m doing.”
Pyre huffed and reached his head toward Aaron, his lips pulling back from his teeth.
“No, no, no, no, no.” Aaron held out his hands and stepped back quickly. “Do not throw me. I’ve never been so close to literally having the crap scared out of me.”
“He needs you, Aila.”
Aila frowned. “Who?”
“Zuriel.” He turned away, looking at nothing as he continued. “You are the last daughter of Abner on Vale, at least as far as well know. You’re a light. He must face down Samael, and I must ensure he survives that, but you,” he met her eye once more. “You give us all hope for what comes after.”
