I think I’m about half way through the story—if the second half pans out like the first, then the story will be about 10k long. This is a surprise, since I was worried I wouldn’t be able to stay under the 17k limit.
Thanks to my writing group, I have some great ideas for revamping Teague, the protagonist in Weirs. But I shan’t work on that until I finish the first draft of this story. (And then I’ll need alpha readers for it [Equist]. Takers?)
Excerpt a la day:
“If I let go, I’ll see it. I’ll feel it,” she said, a tear running down her cheek. “I need their courage. I can’t face them on my own.”
“The soldiers,” she said, stifling a sob. “I killed them, Lign. More than I can count. I killed equists. I killed humans and horses. I was numb then, but no longer. If I hold this sword, I have the strength of a soldier. I can’t let go. Please don’t make me let go.”