Today’s wordage: 4,600
Today’s writing time: 2 hours
Total wordage: 148,500
Total writing time: 83 hours
WIP:
She fell.
Air plucked at her with the hands of a mad thing. The night-dark ground spun below. Far below. Someone was screaming.
The screamer was using her voice.
That offended Paolina.
Above her, an airship receded. Gashansunu tumbled as well, but the sorceress was concentrating, not spending her energy in terror. Wingéd savages circled, plunged, following them down with mighty strokes through the air.
They will tear my throat out.
I shall strike the ground so hard there will be no bounce.
Fear will suck the air from my lungs and I will die on the way down.
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