Mar. 10th, 2010

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Unnamed Fantasy Thing

4,500 / 100,000 words (4.5%)

Snippet o' the night:

She laughed, a mocking call in her bird-voice, and Veret turned to look up at her. Their eyes met, and he shifted to deer-form and danced for her among the newborn reeds.
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Unnamed Fantasy Thing

7,100 / 100,000 words (7%)

or, about 2600 words today.

The rest of the company laughed. "I missed you all," Atras said. "Miserable, talentless slugs that you all are. Now which of you poor bastards will lend me a cot for the night?"

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