Well, today was productive. I not only finished Chapter 8, but I wrote 1499 words. Mind. Blown. (Pretty sure that's a personal best.) Only two more chapters and Part 2 is DONE. Exhales.
Today's sample (from the end of the chapter):
Marcus and Bennett left the office in silence and made their way into the nave. Despite its size, it felt rather cozy. They each leaned against the side of a row of pews opposite each other, arms crossed over their chest. Remembrances past weighed heavily on them. The last time they were in this room they had fought over Tomas. Now they were united in saving [redacted] — with Tomas’ help.
“You’re ready for this,” Bennett told him.
The exorcist was through sitting on the sidelines. His mental and emotional injuries were healing nicely; enough so he could keep them cloaked from [redacted]’s demon. Compartmentalizing was in his skillset: right next to exorcism, his faith in God and his feelings of inadequacy. The latter was immaterial for now. He was confident in his abilities and in himself to carry out the task at hand.
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Date: 2018-05-17 04:07 am (UTC)Today's sample (from the end of the chapter):
Marcus and Bennett left the office in silence and made their way into the nave. Despite its size, it felt rather cozy. They each leaned against the side of a row of pews opposite each other, arms crossed over their chest. Remembrances past weighed heavily on them. The last time they were in this room they had fought over Tomas. Now they were united in saving [redacted] — with Tomas’ help.
“You’re ready for this,” Bennett told him.
The exorcist was through sitting on the sidelines. His mental and emotional injuries were healing nicely; enough so he could keep them cloaked from [redacted]’s demon. Compartmentalizing was in his skillset: right next to exorcism, his faith in God and his feelings of inadequacy. The latter was immaterial for now. He was confident in his abilities and in himself to carry out the task at hand.
“YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT.”