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New Year, New Projects!
Now that "Take These Broken Wings" (my beloved) is complete, it's time to look toward the next piece. And so I ask...
What would you, dear follower, like to see from me next?
🏹 The Song of Azris, Chapter 2 (already started)
🌅 Ogygia (Azris dead dove - outlined)
🗡 Draetos sequel (FW fic)
👀 Something else (let me know in the comments!)
You've got one day... Make it count!
WIP Wednesday Game
Rules: you will be given a word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word.
Thank you for the tag @beesays! This is going to be fun. I haven't been writing nearly as much as I'd because I'm studying for my first board exam and boy does it suck the life out of you. But I've got several WIPs to pull from here!
S: “Someday you’ll realize you’re not capable of feeling, Eris - you’re just like me after all.” Azriel's voice was harsh, even in its quietude, the words biting through the night air between them. (Ogygia)
T: They were the most gaudy things Drake had ever seen, but Caspian liked to play into his name, and Drake couldn't help but indulge the man. (Draetos 2: Collision Course [Fourth Wing])
A: Azriel bit down on the rod they stuck between his teeth, bitter and dry. It sucked whatever liquid had been left in his mouth from his tongue and cheeks, but it did nothing to dull the pain. (The Song of Azris, Book 2: Dice & Figs)
R: Reaching for the papers without breaking her gaze, Neve cut back, “You must know that well. I wonder if there’s any fire left in your veins beneath the ice.” “Wouldn’t you like to know.” Conleth’s words were smooth, like fine liquor. Neve felt the fire then, and swallowed it down hungrily. (Unnamed poly "To Become A Vanserra" installment.)
Let me know if there's a fic you want to hear more about! Looking forward to finishing these so I can share them with you.
Tagging: @kale-theteaqueen @chunkypossum @dustjacketmusings @secret-third-thing @readychilledwine @yams-77
Your word is FATE!
