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Belated Metrics – from Saturday

yeah, Saturday. Sorry!

starting count: 41493
ending count: 44901
new words: + 3408

starting line:
“Did you see?” Chrys demanded, and when Father Michael nodded, she continued, “Good. Then you go and get Alex.” She turned to Thom. “And you, my fine Horseman, take your Horse and get the Dead.”

ending line:
She could See the Power eddies, like she never had before: green and blue and gold threads tangling with red and a sickly green, much like the light coating Thom’s hands.

darling:
Both Thom and Father Michael bowed and headed out. Malattia flew up to Thom when he exited the chapel, butting her head against his chest, worry flowing from her. He could feel it, but there was nothing he could do to assuage it. He reached out one hand, stroked her jawline and she jerked back, her eyes wide. Thom looked down – spider webbing flowed from his hand, not the slender lines that he’d seen before, but thick, goopy webbing that moved like a bloated, sickly worm. Striations of red and green moved within it, and somehow he knew it was the Chaos magic moving along the individual strands – the same magic that held him in check. It flowed over his Horse, sinking into her skin even as she fought it.

and

Then Malattia stopped on the top of a small hill, and Thom saw what waited for them below: two other horses, a grey mare and a blood-bay stallion, surrounded by what looked to be medieval knights. Knights on tall horses, all made out of jewel-toned light. His own army stopped behind him, and Thom knew, with a sinking feeling in his chest, that what was about to happen was a slaughter.

Originally published at The words of Valerie Griswold-Ford. You can comment here or there.

Metrics for tonight – done with Chapter 12!

And since I need to figure out who to start with tomorrow, I’m going to go and veg in the tub for a little bit. I’ll be back at the computer by 8 am tomorrow though. I have a LOT of writing to do in the next 4 days!

starting count: 44901
ending count: 45836
new words: + 935

starting line:
Reaching out to one knot of gold, green and red, Diana shuddered: the gold and green were warm, but the red was cold, colder than anything she’d felt before.

ending line:
Diana fell to her knees, spent. And then, as she toppled over, the darkness spiraling in towards her, she heard two horrific sounds: a gunshot, and the sound of Thom’s scream of pain…

darling:
A horrible shriek, dragged from the very depths of Hell, erupted from the woman, who staggered back. Diana’s hand came out of her chest, but the threads didn’t: they burrowed deep, as if they were worms or maggots, feasting on whatever they found. As they dug in, the woman’s skin went even paler, to a ghostly white, and her hair began to writhe around her.

Originally published at The words of Valerie Griswold-Ford. You can comment here or there.