Day Sixteen (and a Snippet)

I’ve really struggled to write anything today. I’m just so tired! My total word count is 40,018. I’ve added a whopping six words! Instead here’s a snippet from this week.


She swallowed, taking a step closer to Bright. Her hands shook. Her palms were slick. Carrington felt like a rabbit staring down the barrel of a loaded gun, waiting for the inevitable shot. “What ritual?”

His voice wasn’t even a whisper. “A sacrifice.”

“Sacrifice?” Her voice cracked on the word. Tears clogged Carrington’s throat.

He reached out for her. “I’m so sorry, Carrie. They’ve been planning this forever. You’re the only Harvester I’ve ever heard of.”

Thick, silent tears broke through the barrier of her lashes and streaked down her face. She sniffed, trying to clear her throat. “They’re going to kill me?”

“Carrie–” Bright took another step forward but Carrington retreated by the same measure, jerking away from his outstretched hand.

“Don’t touch me!” She wiped under her nose with the back of her hand, never taking her eyes off Bright. “They’re going to kill me, just so they can can do some stupid magic tricks?”

Bright’s face was stricken. His eyes were glassy and though no tears fell she could hear them in his voice. “It’s not like that. You know the Cordates–”

“There were no Cordates! There was no Umbra! You said they’ve been planning for years…” She wrapped her arms tightly around her ribs, as though she could hold herself together. “How long have you known?” she asked.

Bright stopped. His lips pressed into a tight, bloodless line.

“How long have you known, Bright?” she asked.

He dropped his gaze to the floor. Carrington grabbed the lamp from the side table and threw it at him. Bright only just dodged it, looking behind him to see the glass shatter against the wall.

“I knew you hated me but–”

“I don’t hate you. God, Carrington, you’re the only thing–”

She slumped, the fight draining from her. “Then why?” Her face crumpled as she spoke. Bright didn’t have an answer for her. He tried to move closer but Carrington evaded him again. “Well,” she said. “Thanks for changing your mind about killing me.”

She spun on her heel, running out of the room.

Day Nine (and a Snippet)

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.