Dark and Early this morning, I accomplished the following:
- went back and revised the last scene involving Tara and cut out the stuff that happened too early. Rewrote the scene to fit with the day sheet. NSR total word count down 266 words.
- wrote next new section in Tara’s POV, 1199 words, the official “meet” of her thread with Quinn’s. From now on, they’ll be working in conjunction.
Next scenes are the first sex scene of the first draft, and they’re pretty bad. They’re going to need a ton of work. Once I get past it, though, the next few scenes should fly.
[Ruin] muttered words [Jaid] didn’t understand and drew the blade across his left palm.
Fisting his hand, he dripped blood on the altar and then flung his hand hard, slinging blood out onto the waters below.
Breathlessly, she scanned the lake, waiting. When her father had performed the ritual, he’d released an inland hurricane. She glanced at Ruin as he put the knife away and then back at the lake. “That’s it?”
His mouth quirked. “When done correctly, yes.” Stones clacked together. He whipped his head around, staring down into the darkness of the plaza. “They’re close. We need to go.”
“Go where?” Bewildered, she searched the still waters, the three volcanoes perfectly reflected. Something tinged on the altar and chips of stone flew up, stinging her arm.
Ruin shoved her up the ramped stone, using his body to cover her. “They’ve seen us. Go!”
On the rock slab that hung out over the water, she felt her stomach pitch and her head whirled like a merry-go-round. Shimmering waters beckoned, but it was quite a drop. This lake was so deep that it’d never been sounded. She remembered how her father had disappeared beneath the surface. He hadn’t flailed or tried to swim; he’d sunk like a boulder.
Shivering with fear, she reached back and clutched Ruin’s hand. He wrapped his other arm around her, and together, they jumped.