I've been tagged (yet again) for the 7-77-7 MS challenge, and since I have nothing better to talk about I'm going to prostrate my crap here on the blog for you all to read (or to pretend to read). This is courtesy of Juliana Brandt (and I'd love to see Laura Christensen and Erin Summerill do this as well. Consider yourself tagged.)
Challenge: Go to your MS, go to the 77th page, count down 7 lines, and paste the next 7.
Since I'm working on THE TASTE OF ANGELS atm, we'll go with that one.
He wads up the hair into a tight ball. “Swallow this.”
“Do it!” he shouts. “It may be enough to keep them back. Go to Schreiber.”
“Are you crazy?!”
He grabs the sides of my face, reminding me for a moment that he’s bigger than me, and squeezes my cheeks until my teeth part. He shoves the dirty hair into the back of my throat. I cough and gag, but it goes down, slow and sticky.
Back to editing.