I just can't seem to get chapter two to get edited. I look at it and cannot figure out how to fix what's wrong with it. I will keep trying, but I kinda feel like I'm fighting a losing battle for some reason!
The opening chapter, chapter one, is ready for beta readers. I can hardly believe it, but it's true. I am now working on chapter two. I just may be able to make the January deadline for the excerpt!
The girls watched them go round the corner, then they continued on their way to the graveyard.
“Why did you lie to them?” Koran asked.
“They were laughing and joking about you telling them it was a skeleton when they were at my house. Then, they took me to your house.” Elsa said, “I didn't want them to do it again.”
As they neared the graveyard, they found the body of the keeper. He'd been killed the same way Kor had. His hand stretched out to protect himself and fingers severed with the hard blow to the neck and shoulder. On the porch of their little house, they found his wife the same way. These skeletons must depend on the shock of them living to do their killing.
When they went to town, they heard rumors of farmers all around town being slaughtered. No one knew what had done it, but with all the farmers dying the prices of staples went up tremendously.
At the end of the day, they went to the blacksmith. They would need protective clothing.
“What can I do for the only farmers left?” he asked.
“We need some protective clothing.” Koran said.
Before her was a bloodbath. Her father and mother were both dead in the main room of the house and blood seeped from the loft where her younger brothers and sister slept. No one remained alive.
Terrified, she looked through the bushes at the scene on the road. A skeleton with tattered leather armor hanging off its shoulders raised its arms and brought the rusty sword down on her brother.
First, it cut off three fingers and his thumb on the hand he was holding toward the skeleton to protect himself, then it cut deep into his shoulder and neck.
If she could do anything but stare, she would have screamed. She stared at her brothers dismembered fingers and thumb while the skeleton moved down the road on its unsteady legs.
I have had a lot going on at home. There has been little time to write or keep up with my website. However, this is NaNoWriMo month, therefore I don't see that changing until December.
I'm writing a new novel, Promises Kept, about a wizard who is agoraphobic. This is going to be an interesting book to write and I hope you will join me for the journey!
By the time the sun went down, he didn't care what he had to do. He was getting high again. For weeks this went on.
A thought occurred to him. If he drained a couple of junkies just before sunrise, he'd be able to stay comfortable in the coffin longer.
For weeks this worked. Two upon waking, two before bed. He was quite proud of himself.
Then, the police were everywhere around his haunts. Shining lights into the alleys and driving through them at irregular intervals.
He searched for a new haunt and found one on the edge of his hunting grounds. Here he drained two and headed back to his coffin. He was floating along when he saw the sign for the meetings come on. They were having a meeting this late at night?
“Welcome! Is this your first meeting?” the man asked as he shook his hand, then hugged him.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when the man hugged him. The blood moving through his veins was nearly deafening that close.
“Yes” he said.
“Great! I'm glad you're here. There's coffee over there, if you'd like some. I'll get you a newcomer packet. You can sit anywhere you like, we don't have assigned seating here,” the man said, “I'm George, by the way. What's your name?”
“I'm Lorenzo. It's nice to meet you,” he said, “Do you think this will work for me? My case is a bit... different.”
“We are all unique when we come in and learn that we are like the others here very quickly,” George said, “We may have done different drugs, but the feelings are the same, the isolation is the same, the loneliness is the same.”
As he lay in the coffin and began to rest, he felt a bit of something missing. Something not as good as it could be.
Then, he rested and awoke as the last rays of the sun disappeared from the sky. Slowly, he rose out of his coffin. He had to find a new place for his coffin tonight, in case his maker came looking for him.
He teleported with his coffin to the top of the building where his hunting grounds were. Then, he went inside the building and found the basement.