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You can basically follow me building my books, struggling with my characters and putting them through hardship.
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Words flowed today, after I took the time to imagine the fight scene. Hurt poor Winston a lot but decided not to dwell on his injuries much.
This fight and the conclusions they draw from it will put them on the path to meet with Leander and his siblings. Which is a very good thing.
I also ran errands today, took care of a tax issue, and was hit on on my way to the grocery store. (THAT was a surprise, and I couldn't properly respond because mind was frazzled from earlier errands.)
Anyway, send Winston some commiseration.
She gripped her victim’s wrist, slashed it open with her fangs and let the blood drop into Winston’s mouth. As soon as her friend moved, she pressed the sailor’s wrist to Winston’s lips.
He drank the blood, and Melody sighed in relief.
Winston would need more than what this sailor could safely provide, but this first feeding would buy him time and ease much of the pain. “Enough,” she whispered and pushed the man’s arm back. Winston gave a pitiful whine, but she patted his arm at a place where the sleeve wasn’t burned. “We’ll get more. Just wait for me.”
It took most of the rest of the night, but when Melody and Winston returned to their home just before dawn, he was walking on his own and looking much less dreadful.