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Today's run was much better than last week's. I think we can blame last week on cedar allergies, not my inherent failwhale tendencies. (An ambulatory snot-factory is not a pleasant thing.)

I am the ghost that reminds death of you

Kingdoms of Dust

Words today: 750(ish)
Words total: 2915
Reason for stopping: end of chapter

2915 / 100000 words. 3% done!

Tyop du jour: n/a Oops. How about the timber of her voice?
Darling: Vermin scurried through rotten straw as the guards hauled him up. He was glad to be rid of the roaches, but he'd miss the rats.
Mean things: Vitamin D deficiency, helplessness, bruises, lice, homesickness. Probably scurvy too.
Deaths: none yet
Sustenance: scones and Assam, both liberally spiked with habanero-apricot jam.
Mammalian assistance: Gretchen is very concerned when I try to whistle "Walk Like An Egyptian".

And that's chapter 1, until I figure out ways it needs to be changed. Adam has been rescued from Turkish Iskari prison, and events from the past two books have been vaguely mentioned. Now we need a recovery montage as Adam gets his strength back, and then they can leave Isn'tstanbul for Alexain'tria. Isn'tstanul will probably take another chapter and maybe two.

My current concern is how long I can withhold Isyllt's POV without annoying readers. I'm trying the trick of conveying her emotional distance and fragility through other people's eyes, until something snaps her back into place. Also, I miss Adam, and I'm happy to roll around in his POV for a while.

And now, since I still have a couple hours till I climb, I should probably edit some of Bone Palace.