In 2022 I want to write. Like, a lot. I’ve reliably fallen flat on my ass whenever I’ve tried to commit to a full-sized novel, so my solution is simple: Two chapters a week, minimum 1,500 words each. That’s a new story every two weeks, unless I get really carried away.
Since traditional publishing is a bore and magazines doubly so, I plan to chuck it all on here. I’m not playing this game for money anyway.
And since I’m feeling generous/christmassy, and looking to put some pressure on myself, you can have the first AND second chapter of my first adventure, Necropolis, right now. Stick with it.
Without further ado, please enjoy:
“Idiot!” came a muffled voice from the other side of the door. Apollo raised her sword in a guard position across her body. On bare feet as silent as a cat’s, she crept towards the door. If they opened it, they would see only an empty room.
She shrugged off her coat, revealing the sinuous muscles of her arms. Her sleeveless undershirt was covered by a breastplate of stiffened leather. She adjusted her grip on the hilt of the sword…
Apollo took her sword’s hilt in both hands and brought the blade crashing down on the beast’s shoulder, slicking its fur with black blood. The thing roared and lashed out with a great black paw that launched Apollo backwards, nearly into the fire.
Winded, she struggled to get to her feet and take up her fighting stance. She had faced tougher opponents than this. The animal was wounded, snarling and enraged. Her human focus would be her strongest ally here. The beast snarled, loping towards her…
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