Finally, some decent progress! But only in Deathright. I need to sit down with Victor and jot some notes tomorrow before getting started. I’m really loving Majel and could almost make a book just for her. Actually… Grrr! Finish the current book, dear Muse, and then we can talk, okay?
Snippet: I don’t want to give away too much of Majel’s incredible story. A lot of today’s words were telling her history — which I might have to change as too infodumpy. On the plus side, it’s not “As you know, Bob” because Murray has no idea of the truth. Worst case, I don’t include any of this in the final story, but *I* have to know it.
Majel closed her eyes and took a long draw of the fine wine, hoping it would still her nerves. “I didn’t make the connection that the nanobots may have introduced new DNA…Until my mother tried to kill me.”
Murray sat up so quickly she almost dropped her goblet. “What?”
“She ordered me to meet her on the Tower roof,” Majel lifted her chin slightly, indicating the ceiling above. “I thought it was odd. After all, if she wanted to speak to me, why not order me to her chambers, or at least come to mine? But like a trusting lamb to slaughter, I met her upstairs. That’s when she told me she was going to disown me and my heirs. I was upset, obviously, swinging from rage to worry to fear. What would I do? Where would I go? Why had I risked my life for nearly a decade in her war, only to be exiled from my homeland? We were arguing when she shot me. She emptied the gun into my head and chest, the whole time muttering that it wasn’t enough.”