(Chapter titles are imperative verbs: Kneel, Duck, Thrust, Come, Hold, Choose, Agree. Each title covers two chapters, one from each POV (there are two protagonists with parallel but different stories), and is the first word of that chapter.)
(It’s either really dumb or really clever or both)
First Lines: Laces were laced, buttons were buttoned. The tunic was deceptive in its simplicity; if it weren’t embroidered in monk’s-tears, she could wear it under armor in the ring.
Last Lines: “For a year.”
“A year is enough. They’ll
(I was having trouble getting to sleep, okay? 😉
21201 words on Inner Circle, bringing it to 81,856 total words.
At this rate, I should be able to get to 25,000 by the end of tomorrow. (84K total)
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First Line: Valran coughed and took a wild gamble. “Whaddefuc, ma’am?”
Last Line: …but tonight was an entirely different sort of combat. She slipped the fifteen omeh into the vest and let Vinroth dress her.
(in which I figure out their underwear and loosely guess at their currency)
I wrote a whopping 1350 words yesterday, bringing my Inner Circle total to 18357 and my total total to 79012.
I’m still on track, however; at the rate I’ve been going (an average of 2294.6 words/day on IC; an average of 2912.5 words/day all told), I’ll still get to 25K on Inner Circle by the end of the month!
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Guys guys guys it’s a law generator!
(Link via Seventh Sanctum, which also has a zillion awesome generators)
“The penalty for a courtesan fighting in public is a small fine.”
“The penalty for stealing a hunting bird is a warning.”
There’s also a superstition generator!
“An artist happening upon a certain white flower in a grove of maple trees is thought to predict a death.”
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First Line of Yesterday was a whole paragraph: His hands worked quickly enough that Taslin had only reached for a washrag before Vinroth had already sponged her off, getting the soap off her body and scrubbing carefully at a few raw places where she’d gotten sand embedded in cuts.
(Vinroth needs a better name, I don’t like that one).
Last line of the night: “I think I’m just going to tell you to say ‘what the fuck?’ because it will sound less absurd than continuing to say ‘ma’am’ when what you clearly mean is the other.”
I wrote 2035 words yesterday, bringing the IC total to 17,007 and the total total to 77,662.
I also spelled granddaughter “granddather.” Twice.
And I accidentally played with a trope, which was fun.
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