Woot! Finally broke 20,000! The total word count so far is: 20,285 words. And just because I can, here’s a snippet from today (totally first drafty):
It looked like the kind of place tourists died of carbon monoxide poisoning, or coughed up a lung because of mould spores in their pillow. It looked like somewhere a serial killer would hide out for awhile.
Bright swung the steering wheel, flicked on the indicator, and sent them straight into the turn off for the Travelodge of Terror. Carrington’s lip curled and her eyebrows shot up her face. “You’re kidding me, right?”
His face was smug. “What’s wrong? Can’t rough it, Shadow Keeper?”
“Can’t and would-rather-die are totally different things,” she said.
“Feel free to take your chances in the car park. I bet you’ll make friends.”
Carrington looked out at the scenery around them. Most of it was motorway, but a little way down the road she could see lights that looked as though they might belong to an Esso station or a Little Chef. Neither inspired much hope for the type of people who would be frequenting them in the middle of the night. Anyone loitering here had to be bad news.
Bright parked the car easily, there were only two other cars in the lot, which Carrington was pretty sure belonged to staff in the… hotel. “It’s not even dark,” she said. “Why don’t we look for somewhere else?”
“Because, princess, we’re meeting someone here tonight.”
She shuddered. “Who the hell wants to meet us in Serial Killer Valley?”
Bright shrugged knowingly. His expression made it clear that Carrington’s assessment of their character wasn’t that far off.
She sighed. “I hate this job.”
He smirked at her discomfort. “Some days aren’t so bad.” Bright shut down the engine and climbed out to retrieve his bag from the back seat, leaving Carrington in the car.