Page 400
Hi folks, this is the 400th page of the manuscript for the sequel to my fantasy debut, The Cost of Haven.
I'm excited to report that I am having a grand old time writing this lately, and I've logged over 60 pages in the past four days. It feels good to get to the different hundred markers. Enjoy.
The mountaintop afforded a good view of the desert. Without a word Wer sat down on a rock afraid that the white hot pain that burned in his leg might be written across his face. The trees up here were prickly and dry, not like the lush blue thicket of the Aurum, and the ground was dry bedrock, covered in patchy, flowering moss. The wind was faster up here and he knew it would carry their scent a long way, but there was little they could do now, and the wind was at their backs, so their pursuers would not catch it.
“All right, Wer? The leg bothering you too much? Let me have a look,” Deagan said. Maggie went to eat a nearby bunch of dried grass, wrapping her big soft lips around the stalks then ripping them from the ground with a jerk of her thick neck.
“It hurts,” Wer said.
Deagan laughed, “Arrows will do that, mate.” And in that uncanny way of his the man got Wer to laugh with him. Wer’s mind clicked out of place and all of a sudden he was his mother as a young girl looking up at that same smile and feeling safe and warm despite everything that had gone wrong.
“If my mother knew that I was with you, she would be very happy,” Wer said.
“If my mother knew I was with you she would likely disown me,” Deagan laughed, but this time Wer didn’t. Deagan worked at Wer’s wound a little bit in silence, but something on his face told Wer that the was thinking of what to say. “I wonder, Wer. Did you come with us just for revenge on Devenkai or was there something more?”
I'm excited to report that I am having a grand old time writing this lately, and I've logged over 60 pages in the past four days. It feels good to get to the different hundred markers. Enjoy.
The mountaintop afforded a good view of the desert. Without a word Wer sat down on a rock afraid that the white hot pain that burned in his leg might be written across his face. The trees up here were prickly and dry, not like the lush blue thicket of the Aurum, and the ground was dry bedrock, covered in patchy, flowering moss. The wind was faster up here and he knew it would carry their scent a long way, but there was little they could do now, and the wind was at their backs, so their pursuers would not catch it.
“All right, Wer? The leg bothering you too much? Let me have a look,” Deagan said. Maggie went to eat a nearby bunch of dried grass, wrapping her big soft lips around the stalks then ripping them from the ground with a jerk of her thick neck.
“It hurts,” Wer said.
Deagan laughed, “Arrows will do that, mate.” And in that uncanny way of his the man got Wer to laugh with him. Wer’s mind clicked out of place and all of a sudden he was his mother as a young girl looking up at that same smile and feeling safe and warm despite everything that had gone wrong.
“If my mother knew that I was with you, she would be very happy,” Wer said.
“If my mother knew I was with you she would likely disown me,” Deagan laughed, but this time Wer didn’t. Deagan worked at Wer’s wound a little bit in silence, but something on his face told Wer that the was thinking of what to say. “I wonder, Wer. Did you come with us just for revenge on Devenkai or was there something more?”
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