So I've gotten my latest novel, Betrayer, all polished up and prettied, only to find that through editing, I've lost 4,330 words that I need in order to make it "standard" novel length of 60,000 words.
So I've divided up that 4k or so into sections that I want to expand upon, and will be tackling 500 words or so per day in order to make this happen. Estimated time of completion = July 16th. Since I'm just now creating these sections, they aren't as polished and neat as they'll be in the final version. The idea is just to get the concept down on paper, however it comes out. There's time for neatness later, and I've even carved out a day for cleaning up the manuscript.
So here's what I've gotten in for today: *SPOILER ALERT*
Draeon held a blazing torch in one hand and a sword in the other. Ash would have had to use both hands to wield that sword, but Draeon easily hefted it with one. The cave was dark as pitch and Ash peered into it and saw nothing, the light of the torch eaten by the all-consuming darkness.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” she asked, shivering. She wasn’t entirely sure that the cold was to blame. “Of course,” said Draeon. “Don’t you trust me?”
Ash felt a pang of guilt. Does he think I don’t trust him?
“Yes,” Ash replied. “You know I do. It’s not that. It’s just…”
Draeon sheathed his sword and bent down to pick up a gold coin. He peered at it in the torch light. “Here,” he said. “This is for you.”
Ash grasped the coin and examined it briefly. It was old, with strange markings on it that she couldn’t decipher. She stuck the coin in her pocket, where it clinked against the other one – the one that Will had given her long ago. Draeon and Ash continued on, the gold becoming more abundant as they went. The cavern glittered with gold, and jewels. And then the light of the torch fell upon a corpse. Ash gasped. “This is no place for the living.” The words spilled forth from her mouth, and she was unable to stop them. She looked up at Draeon, his handsome face illuminated by the torch fire. He threw back his head and laughed.
“Draeon, listen to me,” said Ash, shaking. “We’re going to die here. We’ve got to get out of here.”
His eyes sparkled with a strange light. “Shhh.” He bent down and kissed her – a kiss that tasted like sacrilege. Ash held back the urge to spit. “We’re not going to die. I’ve been in this cave before. There’s a fork up ahead. The dragon lives deep in the belly of the right fork. We’re going to take the left fork, that opens into an sky-vaulted stone pit that we can scale and get out of here. Ash felt her intense fear begin to subside. Maybe he knows what he’s talking about, and my fears have just been getting the best of me. For all we know, we might not even see any trace of this dragon.
So she continued on, following after Draeon, trying to quiet her footfalls as they hit the dirt. Thankfully, Draeon didn’t stop for more gold, which would make noise. There’s no reason to wake the dragon. And so ten minutes in, the fork was visible, the light of the stone pit coming in from the left fork, and the intense darkness focused to the right. And just as Draeon said, they turned and followed the left fork, which opened onto the light of a fading sunset. There was nothing to worry about. Ash was going to be fine. She took the coin from her pocket and looked at it. It was kind of neat, really, with markings that looked like runes, and the image of someone that looked kind of familiar and kind of not, and…oof! Her foot hit a rock and she stumbled, quickly regaining her balance. But the coin went tumbling from her hand, clinking onto the ground. She halted for a moment. Did anyone hear that? She waited for a moment, hearing nothing. Thank goodness. Then all at once, a rumble came from the depths of the right fork. No no no. This can’t be happening. The dragon was waking from its slumber.