Words from Day 11 of Writing Dark God Emergent

With the work-for-hire complete - and wasn't that a whopper of a story! - it's time to re-focus on my own books. I work a few projects at a time, but there's only a short span of time between contracts, so I'll be trying to focus on the rewrite of Shadow's Rise, which will be re-released as Dark God Emergent.

Starting Words: 31,332

Ending Word Total: 33,786

Day's Words: 2,454

Writing Time: 2 hours 24 minutes. 

Chapter 10 - In which, the Duke of Hartender pays his prisoners a visit:

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Raomar woke to someone whistling Pithonan’s Death March. The tune danced down the corridor outside his cell, echoing off the walls to create a dissonant chorus. Beside him, Broderick woke with a gasp.

The lordling sat bolt upright as the footsteps accompanying the tune halted outside their cell door. Raomar laid a hand on the young man’s shoulder.

“Open it,” the duke ordered.

“Stay still,” Raomar murmured, tightening his grip.

With a sudden surge of pity, he saw the boy nod, and felt him lay an uncertain hand over his own. The shutter covering the window in the door was drawn back and the duke peered.

“Touching,” he sneered, when he saw them. His gaze shifted to Raomar. “You’re just lucky he can’t see what you really are.”

Broderick froze, slowly lifting his hand away from Raomar’s fingers. The lordling struggled to his feet, accepting Raomar’s help without flinching, and the guildmaster felt his nerves ease. The duke turned his attention to the boy.

“Greetings, young Chandera,” he gloated.

Broderick swallowed hard, his voice rough as he replied.

“Your lordship.”

Raomar shifted so his arm lay across the back of the boy’s shoulders, keeping a firm hold on him. The duke could take the gesture any way he wanted, but Raomar didn’t want the boy trying anything rash.

The door opened, and Broderick tensed. Raomar tightened his grip. The boy might be blind, but he could see the crossbows held by the guard.

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