I’m working on setting up The Wild Hunt in Scrivener to begin revising it . Sadly, the opening scene will need to be extensively rewritten, since it isn’t the opening scene anymore. Anyway, here is a snippet that I like.
The wooden floor was cold and hard against her back. Pain and sorrow whirled inside her, there were moments when she could swear that the walls themselves fed her pain. The sound of footsteps penetrated through the fog in her mind, and Brid whimpered softly. Brid curled up in a ball, in an attempt to avoid the pain her father’s sorrow caused her.
“ I’ll let you go.”
The words penetrated the fog surrounding her brain. Slowly, Brid lifted her head, and looked at her father. Did he say what I thought he said? Brid looked up into his eyes,the pain in his eyes cut through the rest of the fog. Brid swallowed a whimper.
“It pains me to see you like this. I’ll have someone escort you to Tanglewood, and help you construct the buildings you need to survive.”