Sentence of the Day

#117: She stopped short, one knife held loosely in her uninjured hand.

#116: But three older siblings taught me one thing at least: Never fight fair.

Sentence of the day #115: I bit back tears for that as much as everything else.

Sentence of the Day #114: My head felt like it wanted to split open, which I took as an encouraging sign that it hadn’t.

I have finished my short story, and sent it off for submission last night. So, starting today, I’m returning to Yagmar, where we pick up in the middle of a fight scene. Also, returning to the Sentence of the Day! #113: She spun, kicked me hard in the chest before falling to the floor and

#112: I was beginning to think I shouldn’t have come here.

#111: She realized what I was doing and was on me a second later.

#110: I didn’t know if it was aimed at herself for falling for the trick, or at me for pulling it.

#109: At that moment, the inn door swung open, and Yagmar strode in, brandishing his great axe in both hands.

108: Did the minions of Arakthla care if the stones were stolen?