The final line edits are away. Reading through the story, I do like this one, LOL It’s been with me for a while. Hints of storyline and characters chipping away at me until I had write the bloody thing, LOL
Here’s a snippet:
Cahn accelerated. She was tortured, dead. Dead if they caught her. Not thinking. Her feet pounded. The Staff roared, but she ignored it. Definitely not thinking.
The endless blue of the Attic sky shone above her. The gleam of marble caught in the fresh sunlight. There was only the promise of the hard, rocky earth far, far below.
Falling. Falling. Air rushed from her lungs. Her heart screamed—
And on the Sven front: I got about 1k written on Fracture and about 700 words on Chosen. So a good day. *grin*