#bottled rage

Today’s been somewhat productive! I got a lot of work done on a couple smaller stories, and a bunch on Bottled Rage! Eral gets to be the star of the excerpt today.

Word Count: 1993

Excerpt:

“Izzat … a pixie in there?!“ the smoky-voiced one asked.

The barkeep’s voice was as smug as ever. “Pixie, alright. This one was bragging up a storm at the bar. Been in a few scrapes, so he says.”

I kinda flitted between stories today, but I made it! I’m somehow keeping up with nano this year despite it being, well, 2020. Today was mostly Eral, though.

Words:  1828

Excerpt:

Eral turned an almost bemused look up at him as he leaned in a bit to observe the cage. “Did you just tell me not to be peeved that I’m soaked in whiskey, drunk off my ass, and stuck in a birdcage?”

I decided not to do a post yesterday because I kept bouncing between different stories and didn’t have a good excerpt out of any of them. And then today, I was going to write a bit more, but I got a cool number for my word count and couldn’t resist! Today it’s Eral, in a different story called Bottled Rage.

Word Count: 2222

Excerpt:

“Awww, ‘runt’, godsdamn, I have never ever heard that one before,” Eral jeered. “What else you got?”

“I got plenty, twig,” the guy said gruffly. “But you best shut up now or I’ll just toss this bottle off the bridge instead.”

Eral blinked and his angry words did stop for a moment. He had to weigh what he thought the guy wanted him for against the chance that he actually would sink him in the river.