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More Words
Jan. 13th, 2014 06:10 pmJust passed fifty thousand words on a fantasy novel. To celebrate, here's a sample:
After breakfast, the three of them broke camp. The weather was finally clearing, and also turning colder. There was a bitter edge to the rising wind. Once they were packed and the travois - made largely from parts of their lean-to - was ready, the healer dealt with the murderer's horse. Llewellyn whispered in the animal's ear. It stirred itself, shook its head and whickered, and looked around as if it had scented something alarming. Llewellyn cut the lead short, leaving the horse wearing just the halter with nothing hanging to entangle, then stepped back. The horse turned smartly and took off at an efficient trot, obviously worried.
"What did you do?" said Bergen, puzzled.
"Told it bad things happened here and that it needed to go home," said the crafter. "The effect should last for a day or so. Enough to hopefully sidetrack any pursuers."
After breakfast, the three of them broke camp. The weather was finally clearing, and also turning colder. There was a bitter edge to the rising wind. Once they were packed and the travois - made largely from parts of their lean-to - was ready, the healer dealt with the murderer's horse. Llewellyn whispered in the animal's ear. It stirred itself, shook its head and whickered, and looked around as if it had scented something alarming. Llewellyn cut the lead short, leaving the horse wearing just the halter with nothing hanging to entangle, then stepped back. The horse turned smartly and took off at an efficient trot, obviously worried.
"What did you do?" said Bergen, puzzled.
"Told it bad things happened here and that it needed to go home," said the crafter. "The effect should last for a day or so. Enough to hopefully sidetrack any pursuers."
