Kalbrandt Institute snippet

Okay, when I planned to write  15.000 words this weekend, I knew had I probably bitten off more than I could chew. But, aim high and you will always get more than you would have achieved otherwise. Which is true: 6.000 words is not a bad count for two days productivity, and Sunday isn’t even done yet.

So to celebrate, here is a small – and very much a first draft – taste of what I have been working on this weekend:

Kalbrandt’s jaw worked. Every fibre in his body burned. He spat down his bile of contempt at the corpse. “Kyrillos Tzavaras, I should have killed you twice over for that, you son of a whore!”

“He is dead!” Angela cried. “He’s already dead. Why desecrate his body, too?”

Kalbrandt snorted. “Bodies are objects, tools discarded when broken. There is nothing to desecrate here.”

“Is that what you will say of me when I am gone?”

“It is what I will say you for your body, yes.” When that caused a tear to run down her cheek, he put a finger under her chin and made her face him. “You have known me all your life, Angela. You know how I think. And you know better than to make the mistake of believing that your body and you are the same thing.”

This is a piece of the 5th and final short story integrated in the main plot. I love this stage of a book. The plot is about to reach its conclusion and all the foreshadowing and details are coming together.

Except for the few that I’ll leave for the rest of the KI books

Take care,