Right now, my current project is a steampunk with dragons. (Yes, that is how I pitch it to everyone, why do you ask?) I pumped out three chapters today, and am debating whether I'm up for a fourth.
Here's the end to a scene. Charlotte has just won another round of the Steel Talon Tournament, where dragons face off against walkers.
Charlotte closed her eyes, and let victory wash over her.
There wasn’t any joy in it, she found. There was elation, a thrill, even pleasure in knowing that she made it one step closer to her goal.
But there was no joy in this.
Beatrice screamed over the cries of the crowd. “No! No! Let me go! I can put it out! I can put out the fire!”
A hand touched her arm and Charlotte turned, finding Riley at her side. His brow was creased in concern.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
Charlotte’s lips quivered, and she feared the answer would never again be ‘yes.’
She wrapped her arms around his middle and held him, tightly, as all around her the world burned.
Wow, I get such a sad feeling at the end of this :( Great job!
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