So I'm going to cheat and share the first few paragraphs of Soulwoven: Exile with you instead. Because I want to talk about what I'm working on, and since I find myself unable to do that coherently, it makes sense to me to just let it talk for itself.
This is a third draft, I think. Maybe a fourth. I expect it'll change a little between now and the final version, but not too much. Like I talked about last week, it's now in line with the ending, and it introduces the themes and atmosphere and general direction that Soulwoven: Exile is going to follow.
I hope you enjoy it.
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Prologue
I
One
hundred and seventeen days before the destruction of Nutharion City
What
was left of the light was fading.
It
was the gray time between sunset and full dark, when the world falls deeper
into shadow second by second, and things lose their shapes. The time when you
cling to the last shreds of light you can find, looking for shelter or a way to
create your own illumination to keep the oncoming darkness at bay.
Litnig
grabbed for a root and missed.
Cole
caught his wrist and kept him from falling.--
Feel free to discuss the directions you think the book might be heading in. I'd love to know.
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