Sentence of the Day

#122: Yagmar couldn’t even stand on his own, and had no weapons to hand.

#121: “My people didn’t hide from the Conqueror.”

#120: “Wait…” came a hoarse voice from behind her.

#119: “It’s right where you said it would be,” I admitted.

#118: If you die while holding that stone…”

#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