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Yes, I have typed THE END in Dark Moon Seasons!!!! Soooo exciting!
Now my editor gets it. :D And I get some time to work on Belladonna Dreams and Lavender.
Final metrics:
starting count: 85332
ending count: 88694
change: +3362
starting line:
Chaos Lords? What is she talking about? There are no such thing.. Diana followed Nikki’s gaze and her eyes widened. On the wall over Chrys’ head was a blur, a shimmer – two images trying to hold the same spot and failing. One was the image of St. Catherine that Chrys had said was speaking to her, leaning over her with a hand resting on Chrys’ shoulder. But the other…Diana blinked, hoping the image would go away, but it didn’t.
ending line:
And you, I will kill.
darling:
Doom couldn’t answer. As he stared at her, the front of the house exploded.
Power poured over them, spreading out like a deadly flood from the young man who stood in the shattered remains of the foyer, his eyes burning, and Doom did the only thing he could: he began to shoot, even as the officers around him began to scream in agony. The Horseman turned to look at him, and Doom faltered for a moment, then fired again. He clearly saw the bullet rip through the young man’s chest...and then the hole closed, and the Horseman pointed at him.
Doom felt his skin crawl, as if a hundred thousand ants had been dumped upon his hands, and looked down. Then he screamed.
The flesh on his hands was turning black and peeling away, revealing the disintegrating flesh beneath. He staggered backwards, the bloodstained gun falling from his nerveless fingers to discharge into the vehicle in front of him. The sounds of his own screaming faded from his ears, replaced with the pounding of a heart that was being slowly starved of oxygen as the blood that was supposed to flow in his veins poured from the remains of his hands. More blood began to pour from his nose as the Horseman continued to point at him, and Doom stumbled, falling to his knees in a pool of crimson.
His last coherent thought was that at least he’d tried to stop them.
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utilitygeek, is that a good enough death for you? And you get several pages before that (and dialogue!)
Now my editor gets it. :D And I get some time to work on Belladonna Dreams and Lavender.
Final metrics:
starting count: 85332
ending count: 88694
change: +3362
starting line:
Chaos Lords? What is she talking about? There are no such thing.. Diana followed Nikki’s gaze and her eyes widened. On the wall over Chrys’ head was a blur, a shimmer – two images trying to hold the same spot and failing. One was the image of St. Catherine that Chrys had said was speaking to her, leaning over her with a hand resting on Chrys’ shoulder. But the other…Diana blinked, hoping the image would go away, but it didn’t.
ending line:
And you, I will kill.
darling:
Doom couldn’t answer. As he stared at her, the front of the house exploded.
Power poured over them, spreading out like a deadly flood from the young man who stood in the shattered remains of the foyer, his eyes burning, and Doom did the only thing he could: he began to shoot, even as the officers around him began to scream in agony. The Horseman turned to look at him, and Doom faltered for a moment, then fired again. He clearly saw the bullet rip through the young man’s chest...and then the hole closed, and the Horseman pointed at him.
Doom felt his skin crawl, as if a hundred thousand ants had been dumped upon his hands, and looked down. Then he screamed.
The flesh on his hands was turning black and peeling away, revealing the disintegrating flesh beneath. He staggered backwards, the bloodstained gun falling from his nerveless fingers to discharge into the vehicle in front of him. The sounds of his own screaming faded from his ears, replaced with the pounding of a heart that was being slowly starved of oxygen as the blood that was supposed to flow in his veins poured from the remains of his hands. More blood began to pour from his nose as the Horseman continued to point at him, and Doom stumbled, falling to his knees in a pool of crimson.
His last coherent thought was that at least he’d tried to stop them.
**
utilitygeek, is that a good enough death for you? And you get several pages before that (and dialogue!)