Family and all things Sunday have conspired against me again, and I am late to post. I'm beginning to think being rude to the family in Family Time is the only answer, that or posting on Saturday night late - so late it counts as Sunday.
I read the reminder that chiseling and chipping at another writer's work is by invitation only so please, feel yourself well-and-truly welcome to offer suggestions on ideas, punctuation or vocabulary selection and a HUGE thank you to all of you who do :D
Darrah is The Arm of Elthor's Corp - this gives her responsibility for the men she selects to train and to lead. Her secret mission is to find the Regal's heir who has been taken. The evidence suggests that The Sarkisians - who, with their unusual powers and their need to feed directly from the living, are hated and feared - are responsible. Darrah, who has personal reasons to want all that race to husk and crumble is finding it hard deal with her reactions to Hale who has been sent to find out who, or what, is trying to destroy the fragile peace between their peoples.
As Darrah slipped she scrabbled around for something to hold.
There were no rocks or roots in the cascade of small stones, dust and disturbed bats.
Louder than all, rushing blood filled her head with an ocean of sound. The sandy stone, frosted by glittering crystal, whirled by - light and dark, in turn - and all of it gilded by glimpses of the Sarkisian's golden skin. As the blended images spun in her mind, she ran her hand over the leather strips that banded his arm until she curled her fingers around Hale's wrist.
Time slowed when Darrah realised she now hung over a precipice and the Sarkisian's fingers strained away from her.
Happy Sunday! I hope you are all keeping up with your writing targets and the words are flowing.
ARE YOU FINDING IT HARD TO BALANCE WRITING TARGETS WITH OTHER RESPONSIBILITIES?