I’ve been very, very busy and the days are just flying. Finally, I have a few minutes to do an update.
Yesterday, I had a HUGE revelation about one of the main characters. It is SO huge that it’s going to impact everything I’ve planned. But this will make it better, and a bit heartbreaking (sorry, can’t help that — some parts of Fey Touched were heartbreaking, too). I also have a solid idea for book 4, if you can believe that. Lots happening. Lots of thinky-thoughts going on. I just love my subconscious. It is so wonderfully evil.
Stats (all 3 days combined):
Wordcount today: 3,020
Total for Nano so far: 7,476
Words left: 22,524
Treat: Good music!
Nick is: a puppet dancing on Piper’s strings :shudders:
Asha is: freaked out like whoa
Emily is: scared and angry
Mood music: Dawn of Destiny and Eyes of Eden
Soren took deep breaths.
I prodded my wrist, trying to see if I’d been injured. See? No. Feel.
“I’m so sorry. That one was strong enough to break through my magic. It’s strong enough to make you its vessel. I got rid of it. It won’t be hurting you again.”
My stomach was flip-flopping. “It called me its soon-to-be Queen.” An icy finger ran down my spine. “What did it mean? I’m no Queen.”
Weight on the left side of me signaled that Soren sat down on my bed. “There’s a hierarchy there among the grave touched. They have a Queen. And a King. Their version of nobility and commoners. It is determined by strength. The Queen usually takes a vessel when she’s strong enough, and chooses a mate who is as strong as her. And they rule the Nether together.”
“But I wouldn’t be the Queen. I’m not grave touched,” I protested. Having even a slight connection to those things was freaking me out, sending me in a tailspin. Vertigo made me lay back against my pillow, putting my hands over my bandages. When would these blasted things come off?
“That’s exactly it. The one who is Queen is planning on taking you as her vessel. And through her, you will be Queen.” He brushed a wayward strand of hair from my face, his fingers cold and soothing. “I will die before I allow that to happen.”
“Thank you. I don’t want that to happen, either. It sounds..horrific.”
“Being taken as a vessel is an unbearable kind of torture. One that you cannot begin to imagine.”