The walk from Ilinalta’s Deep back to Riverwood was the worst yet. The fight in the dungeon had taken so much out of them. And after something only sort of vaguely resembling sleep on the bedrolls that had belonged to the necromancer’s they’d killed, they were determined to get back to the Sleeping Giant Inn, where Trygve promised they would stay for one full night. She knew he didn’t want to, that he would keep pushing himself, stealing only bits and pieces of sleep here and there. Continue reading
“Is that blood?”
Trygve turned and inspected her robe more closely. It was indeed blood. Shaking his head, he let out a trembling, worried breath. Continue reading
I’m going to fall a bit behind on these challenges over the weekend since I will be switching the focus to posting the rest of chapter 25. But, in the meantime, here’s another moment in the life of modern-day Trygve and Elspeth.
I am taking part of in a 30-day writing challenge put together by WriterCookie. I will be treating her prompts as warm ups to get back into a daily writing groove with a 150-200 word warm up. I will also use the prompts to exorcise those niggling thoughts of future plots that I can’t seem to shake. There will be plenty of familiar faces, but no spoilers.
The prompt will be highlighted and italicized in each post.