"Great. I always wanted to be blue."

I've yet to find my notebook which has all my notes in it. As soon as I locate it I shall be sure to finish posting them as requested. Today, however, I did remember one note which never made it into my notebook but into the actual draft.
When I first wrote the book, the very first version which had Peter's sister in it, Peter was actually framed for murder and had to run away from the Base or be shot. So there is an interesting fact for you. (That idea was scraped when I sent Irene to Narnia, also known as my closet.)

Today I've another snippet for you. After this, I will be sharing just one more, because then November shall be over and my kindness ends, like Cinderella's spell.

The next day Trisli and Hugh packed their things, preparing to leave early the next day. Alyce was given a room at the tavern and that evening the boys came to hear her stories, rather then Trisli's.“Her's aren't half so interesting as mine,” he muttered as he listened to her recount an adventure she had while out on a hunting party.“Maybe she isn't exaggerating hers,” Hugh replied.“I don't exaggerated!” Trisli sat up straighter as if to give himself more importance.Hugh eyed him silently for awhile, then asked, “When was the last time you really killed a dragon? I can't remember.”“It isn't my fault you have a poor memory,” Trisli muttered.Hugh groaned, then leaned closer to his friend. Trisli hated it when he did this. Hugh was worse then his parents.“What?” he moaned.“Trisli!” Hugh yelped, while keeping his voice at a reasonable tone. “You've been lying for years about slaying dragons! Now the king wants you to go into the Wild and kill one! You don't even know how to use a sword! What makes you think you can pull this off?”“I do too know how to use a sword,” Trisli muttered, indigent.“How?” Hugh asked.“You take the sharp end and stick it into the dragon.”“No you don't.”Moving with a surprising amount of speed, Alyce was suddenly behind them, her hands on what was supposed to be her hips.“Oh, as if you have ever slain a dragon before!” Trisli muttered.“No, but I know their scales are harder then chain mail! Harder then the best shield ever made! You cannot walk up to them and stab them, just like that.”“How do you know?” Trisli demanded. He and Alyce were the same height, which made glaring at her eye-to-eye very easy.“Because I am not an idiot like you!”Even though she didn't look much like a girl, Trisli knew he couldn't just slug her in the stomach as she so richly deserved. Still, it was tempting.“You cannot call the last DragonSlayer an idiot!” Faithful to his own kind, one of the other boys came to Trisli's aid, feeling him with a certain amount of pride at being again referred to as the last DragonSlayer.“Trisli is no DragonSlayer,” Alyce muttered, turning to find the boy who had spoken. Something in her eyes must have scared him because he shrank back.“Then why are you here?” Trisli demanded.She didn't bother looking at him. “Because my king is so desperate to put his people's minds at ease he would not listen when I tried to reason with him. He heard of the kingdom's last DragonSlayer and nothing would stop him from finding you.”“What makes you think Trisli isn't a DragonSlayer?” Hugh asked in a low voice.For a moment Trisli thought his friend was finally standing up for him, until he looked at him. Alyce turned and must have seen the same thing.“What makes you think he isn't?” she asked.“He's my friend,” Hugh replied, shrugging his shoulders. “I know him very well. But you lived at the castle, you heard the same stories as the king. Why don't you believe him?”Trisli hated that they were talking about him as if he wasn't there, but he wanted to hear Alyce's answer so held his tongue.For a long while Alyce said nothing, then she shrugged her oddly shaped shoulders and shoved some of her dirty curls back from her face. “I see the truth where others only see lies,” she murmured, then added, “And I would like to get a bath before we leave tomorrow. Good night.”
 How is everyone's Hermit's United going? Do you have any plans for Thanksgiving, other then eating that is? My plan is to hang out with my family and - read. (Editing and all, but I won't have a lot, which will be nice.)
 Don't forget, on Friday there will be a picture reveal. This will be a three part thing, every Friday until the book is out. AND the pictures will be ones Clair has selected herself. Now I should go, I've dawdled enough today with editing. 
 Bet no one can guess where my quote is from. You get points if you can guess the actual book.

 Allons-y!