Nanowrimo, Night 6

I'm considering posting the completed chapters I have so far, if anyone's interested in reading them. They would be friends-locked to a specific group, so comment here if you'd like to be included. The reason for the lock is that I'd like to have the option to publish this someday should I actually complete it.


Word Count: 10,227
Time spent writing: A lot. I found it really hard to get myself to focus tonight.
Sample Writing:

“Highness?” His voice came out in disbelief, and he stared at her hard. Suddenly his expression was wary, the set of his shoulders grew tense. His wound forgotten, his fingers crept for his sword, which still lay unsheathed, dirtied by cockatrice blood.

“You are a king, are you not?” She felt suddenly foolish. Her hands twisted the remaining half of her blanket-cloak, worrying it’s torn edges until they frayed. “I’m sorry, I-“

"King?" He said, fiercely - though his eyes were not angry. "Only of the wood and field. King of the empty sky before me and the endless road behind." Then, gently - for his ferocity had made meek of her. "King of Freedom only, my lady."

Nano, Night 7:

Word Count: 12,122
Sample Writing:
The queen was beautiful, ageless. Her sable hair caught the moonlight and trapped it, reflecting it slickly back over it’s arrow straight length. She looked out at the night with concern, watching the sky for the distant light that dropped from the moon’s bright outline. It soared over the courtyard soundlessly, and alighted on her window sill, an ebony raven who’s form wavered indecisively. Here it seemed the perfect outline of a bird, feathered wings tucked against inklike flanks and bright black coals of eyes above. There, the form wavered, suddenly seeming to have too many legs, fangs, eyes.