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November has been an amazing month for me.  I did my first NaNoWriMo (and won – I actually have 70,054 words at the moment), I discovered greater things about my characters than I could’ve thought up of on my own, I created new plot twists and backstories, and I wrote.  That’s the most important part.  I wrote every single day of this month, and I now have over seventy thousand words to show for it.  And I think that’s awesome.  It goes to show how much I can really do when I put my mind to it.

Sometimes, I think that we get so caught up with planning and plotting and outlining, that we forget we’re writers, first and foremost, and we’re supposed to write.  Sure, organizing and planning and character interviews are important, but they’re only a small fraction of being a writer.  Another little bit goes to promoting your book before/after it’s published, but the majority of a writer’s life is, surprise, surprise, actually sitting down at your computer (or notebook, or fine parchment scroll, or whatever) and writing.  Pouring your heart out onto the paper (okay, I’m sure most of you use a computer, but it sounds better to say paper) and letting your characters speak and tell you their story.

We owe it to them.  We owe it to ourselves.  We owe it to the world.

Go write.  It’ll be worth it.

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Posted by on November 30, 2013 in random, writing

 

my typical writing day

From one of the most prolific writers ever.....Even though I don't care much for her books (They just aren't my taste) This is a very true statement

I always like reading about other writers’ MOs, so I thought I’d post my usual writing schedule here and let you see what I do every day.  Of course, every writer is different, but I’ve found that the biggest similarity between all the writers I know, is that they write every, single day, and that’s something I try to do.  Ever since November began, I’ve kept my goal of writing at the very least one hundred words a day.  And every day I’ve written wayyyyy more than that.  One of the reasons, I believe, is that I’m so caught up in the story.  When I used to write just because it was the ‘cool thing to do’, I’d often go for days without writing, because my heart wasn’t in it.  But now I write upwards of two thousand words.  Anyway, here’s my schedule.

  • 6:15 a.m. – Wake up and get straight to my schoolwork.
  • 10:00 a.m. – I generally finish my schoolwork around this time, and then I scribble down a chapter summary for what I want to write that day, and get to it.  I write for about an hour while I listen to music (I find I write a lot better/faster when I listen to music.  The current soundtrack I’m obsessed with is the one for Catching Fire.  It’s brilliant and it fits the mood of my trilogy perfectly).
  • 11:00 a.m. to 12:30 p.m. – Read a book, listen to more music on my iPod to unwind, sing in my room, and do other relaxing activities for half an hour or so until I have to prepare lunch.  It really helps my subconscious when I do stuff like that (I’ve also found washing dishes to be an excellent help – I literally think of all my best ideas when I do that).  I eat lunch and then read some more until naptime.
  • 12:30 to 2:00 p.m. – My afternoon computer time.  I check up on my emails, blog here, or over at my main blog.  I also go on Pinterest, read articles about writing, catch up on the Go Teen Writers’ facebook group, and maybe even do a bit more writing.  And, of course, listen to music.
  • 8:00 to 9:00 p.m. – This time is usually spent writing and/or blogging.  I’m going to be editing a book series for a friend of mine next year, so I’ll be using this hour for that purpose later on.

After I have my last hour on the computer, I stay up really late reading/listening to music, go to bed at about eleven at night, wake up really early…wash, rinse, and repeat.  It’s kind of a vicious cycle.  So, what does your writing day look like?

Eva

 
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Posted by on November 27, 2013 in random, writing

 

fighter, dreamer, rebel, thief

 

This is Nathan here.  Eva didn’t feel inspired this evening – to write a blog post or to write my story – so here I am.  I’m sitting in my tiny room that the Nonexistents are letting me use, typing away on one of their laptops.  Aaron brought it to me a little while ago and said I should probably learn how to use it, since the government uses computers so knowing how to use one myself will help my revolution (which I’ll be talking about later).  Eva came over just a few minutes ago and logged me in to her wordpress account (why she trusts me with it, I have no idea – she really shouldn’t) and showed me how to write a blog post.  She said it would be a favor from me to her if I’d write about my life so far, or something like that, but I’m going to use this post to talk about my revolution (although I’ll give you a bit of my background, since that’s important too).

I can already tell it’s going to take a long time to write this, just because I have to use my left hand alone to write everything down.  My collar bone’s broken on the right side – by a Warrior Woman – and if I move my right side at all, it hurts like anything (I’d use a more descriptive word than that, but Eva said if I do anything like that, she’ll delete this post and not let me write any more.  And since I have a feeling they’ll be useful to stir up revolutionary spirit…).  So, anyway, enough about where I am and all that, and on to the revolution.  The purpose behind my revolution is to bring down the corrupt government and, more specifically, the queen.  See, the queen is Lily, a girl I thought was my friend, but then she betrayed me.  So I want revenge on her.  I want to see her shamed and brought into the dust and killed.  She doesn’t deserve to live after what she did to me.

I have another reason for the revolution.  I want to rescue the children that are in the facilities – the ones that are in the special wards that I still don’t know the reason for.  Once I infiltrate the facilities, I’ll figure it out.  I discovered the wards on my thirteenth birthday, but then through some diabolical trick on the part of the facility leaders I was never able to find them again.  For a while after I lost Hunter, and found Lily, and then lost Ethan, I wasn’t really thinking of that part of my quest, but now I am.  I don’t have anything else to do with my life besides revolution, so I might as well do that.  And I want to get away from the Nonexistents as quickly as possible.  Aaron is great, even though he has an attitude where Cara (the girl he’s engaged to) is concerned, but the rest of them get on my nerves.  Especially Benjamin with his constant talking about all sorts of things I’m not interested in at all.

Eva says that since she lives in the past, and the post will go up in the past, even though I’m in the present (it’s really complicated – I don’t even understand it myself), so I can share my battle plan with all of you.  Our government won’t know about it, and I’m sure all of you would be interested.  So, what I plan to do once my collar bone heals – which Eva says will take about four months (unbearable, but I can make my story go in a whole new direction for revenge.  She hates that, but she doesn’t really know all that happens to me, so I can change everything just like that) – I’ll leave the Nonexistents.  I might take Aaron with me, but I doubt Benjamin will allow it, so I’m going on the assumption that he’s not coming.  It doesn’t really changes things either way.  After I leave them, I’m going to infiltrate one of the North American facilities (pretty much any one, besides the one I grew up in) as a trainer.

I’ll train my set of boys in Defensive Arts and then we’ll all escape, taking as many children as we can.  Then, the babies/children will be given to the Nonexistents – I’m sure they won’t mind – and I’ll keep training my boys.  We’ll make raids on other facilities, rescue children, build up our forces, and then when we have an army, we’ll march on the Capitol.  And this all has to be done in fourteen months (after I heal up) because in eighteen months, the world leaders will all be meeting in the Capitol, so we can get them all in one shot.  They’ll have Warrior Women, of course, but I’m sure we can pull it off.  Surprise will be one of our biggest weapons and you can be sure I’ll use it to my advantage.  I don’t have any illusions, though. It could end in disaster, which is why I’m not going to get close to anyone.  I’ve already lost Hunter and Ethan because I cared too much, so I’m not going to care anymore.

It’ll be much better that way, I’m sure.  I mind my own business, the boys mind their business and no one gets hurt if/when things happen.  Of course, I can’t stop them from making friendships, but I can stop myself.  Well, it’s supper over here and I’m pretty hungry, so I going to sign off now.  Here comes Eva to put this post in different categories and publish it and share on some facebook writing group that she’s obsessed with.  That’s good.  I want to get the message out to as many people as possible.  So, if you want to join in my revolution, you’re a guy, and you can come forward in time, feel free to join us.  We need as many people for the cause as possible.

Nathan Bordage

 

it’s time i talked about the nonexistents

nonexistent

 

It’s time I told you all about the Nonexistents.  They’re a vital part of the whole Vengeance trilogy and so they deserve their own post (and their own collage – I’m quite proud of the one I made and I hope to explain all the different pictures by the time I’m done this post).  I’m also going to be talking about Existents, but overall, the two are one and the same.  To put it simply, Nonexistents are Christians, people who believe in the one, true God who made the world and all that is in it.  I’ll explain about the name, but to do that, I have to give a little background.

When the first warning signs of the world changing dramatically for the worse appeared on the horizon, the Christians started building huge underground bunkers to escape to if things got really nasty (and by huge, I mean huge.  They’re pretty much underground cities).  One thing that helped was they discovered giant caves under the surface of the earth that had been left alone for centuries.  They also discovered tunnels that led under the sea, which would make communication with Christians in other continents much easier.  Then the overthrow of the government came, and the first new queen took the throne and most of the Christians went into hiding, either above ground, or in the bunkers.

Religion was rooted out and books were burned to keep the people ignorant, so as more and more Christians escaped (they also took anyone else who wanted to come, and, believe me, there were a lot in the early days of the new regime) they took as many books with them as they could, knowing it was vital to preserve not only reference books and such, but also stories and novels and classics.  It was an organized effort on six of the seven continents, and soon most Christians, except for some relatively small pockets were underground.  Antarctica is colonized a little later (I just thought I’d stick that in – I have about two pages worth of timeline in my ‘notes’ document) and about eight years after that, the first Existents were sent out.

[note: the reason the Christians started to be called Nonexistents, was because nobody thought they existed anymore, so whenever people talked about them – which wasn’t often – they referred to them as Nonexistents and it caught on.  And Existents go into the outside world, so they ‘exist’, so to speak]

Existents are young people between the ages of thirteen and twenty-five who are sent out into the world for supplies, to bring news of the Outside, and to bring back converts if at all possible.  Each one is carefully selected and only let go if they are completely for it.  The young people sent out are those that have become one of the Faith, of course, and they rarely turn down a mission request, even though it’s highly dangerous (as in, only one out of three returns every time).  Of necessity, most of the Existents are women (they work as maids in rich people’s houses) but several boys go out as well (as trainers or students in the facilities, depending on their age).

They wear a tag made of wood with their name burned into it, and the number of mission they’re on.  The maximum number of missions for an Existent is usually two or, at the most, three, mainly because it’s so dangerous.  After a couple of missions, the Existent’s tag is hung up on a wall with all the other tags of successful Existents and they settle down and marry (I mean, they don’t have to marry, but it’s what they do most of the time).  If an Existent doesn’t return after their year-long mission, it’s doubtful they ever will whether because of being killed, or choosing to stay on the Outside.  If they receive news of an Existent death, which doesn’t often happen, a facsimile tag is made and put on a special wall for dead Existent tags.

I don’t feel like I’ve explained everything well enough, and I know I left stuff out (it’s so complicated), but that’s the basics of who the Nonexistents are and what they do.  If there’s any questions you may have to further clarify things, just leave in the comments.  I’d be happy to answer anything (as long as it’s not spoiler related).

Eva

 
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Posted by on November 22, 2013 in i will repay, vengeance is mine, writing

 

how i survived nanowrimo

I’d never participated in NaNoWriMo before this year, but I’d heard countless horror stories about failure and staying up till past midnight to get your word count for the day (which, of course, didn’t work because once midnight came it was too late) and endless amounts of snacking/coffee to keep up writerly energy (okay, I’ll admit that part didn’t horrify me).  I wasn’t sure what to expect when I signed up, but I do remember thinking that 1,667 words a day didn’t seem like much.  Hey, I would do 2,000 words a day and get done right on November 25th.  And at first it wasn’t hard.  I wrote upwards of 5,000 words a day and watched in glee as my word count grew by leaps and bounds.

Then came the change.  Around the end of week one, beginning of week two, I started suffering from burn-out.  My writing dropped down to only a few hundred a day (it didn’t help that I got a cold/fever about that time), the story seemed boring and pointless, and the whole thing lagged along miserably.  I think what happened was that my main character, Nathan, was stuck in a rut when I lost interest and that’s why I wasn’t interested anymore.  Who wants to write about a defeated hero anyway?  But I kept pressing forward and in a few thousand words, things changed for the better in more ways than one.  The story pace picked up again and so did my writing.  And I kept going right to the finish.  I would like to share a few little things that I think helped me reach my goal so fast…

  • Early mornings – I didn’t actually do any writing in the early morning, but I woke up early (which I really hate doing ordinarily, but I’ve kind of gotten used to it now) so that I could get a head start on my schoolwork (I’m homeschooled).  Then, once I was done, I had an hour of writing time (this was added to my regular computer time, and it was a huge help in getting my writing done – I’ve found that I can write 2,000 words in less than an hour).
  • Music – I made a huge music playlist the day before NaNo started (since that was the day I knew for sure I’d be participating) and I specially selected each piece for how it matched the theme and tone of I Will Repay and the whole dystopian genre in general.  I have The Hunger Games soundtrack on there, of course, along with Brave, Man Of Steel, Titanic, Pirates Of The Caribbean…  I’ve actually not seen any of those movies, as I prefer to write to soundtracks that I haven’t seen the movies for.  It’s less distracting.  I also have quite a bit of piano music by David Nevue, because I find it really relaxing and great for getting in a writerly frame of mind.
  • Bribes – This ties in nicely with the point about music, because one of the reasons I write so much is because I love music so listening to it for hours on end is a great bribe.  I also use fudge, muffins, and other miscellaneous foods.  Those are almost as good as music.  Oh, and don’t forget bathroom breaks.  Those are a huge motivator, believe me.
  • Go Teen Writers – I linked to the blog, but the facebook group is really what helped me along.  It’s a big, fun community of teen writers who are always willing to give suggestions, congratulations, sympathy, or a good pep talk.  I love the group (and I probably post on there a little more than I should) and I’ve made some good friends through it.  And I really can’t say too much about their creativity and inspirational ideas – when I was looking for a name for the young adult Christians in I Will Repay they suggested ‘Existents’ and it was perfect (post about why it was perfect and who exactly the Existents are coming soon).  They definitely helped me get through NaNo.

Eva

 
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Posted by on November 20, 2013 in nanowrimo, random, writing

 

unofficial winner

 

YES.  I have vanquished the Dreaded NaNo Beast.  Of course, I’m not an official winner until I can validate my word count on November 25th, but the fact remains that I have over 50,000 words in my first draft of I Will Repay (of course, it’s not done.  I expect it to be at least 100,000 words at the end of the first draft, but it’s definitely a good start) and I’m feeling good right now.  If I hadn’t done NaNo, I’d still be stuck on editing another novel which I honestly think isn’t going places any time soon but instead I got an amazing head start on a project I love and that’s always a good thing.  Plus, I worked out an awesome writing schedule with my mom which she says I can keep even after November’s done.

I should have a post coming tomorrow or the day after about new charries I’ve introduced, explanations about some world building thingies that might be a bit confusing and other things like that.  And now I’m off to eat some celebratory chocolate.  Always the best reward after a hard day of writing (see, I was determined to finish today so I wrote about 6,000 words in all).

Eva

 
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Posted by on November 19, 2013 in nanowrimo, random, writing

 

snippets of nanowrimo

 

have I mentioned I love Hunter?

have I mentioned I love Hunter?

I reached 36,000 words today and it’s just now that I’m introducing Lily, the main female character and romantic interest for Nathan.  She also is the focus of book 2.  You may ask why I took so long to bring her into the plot.  Well, there was two reasons.  First of all, I’m writing a lot of semi-unnecessary stuff which ups the word count and she didn’t really have a place in the story until now.  Even though I’ve only written one scene with her so far, I can already tell that she’s going to be a whole lot different than what I originally thought.  Typical.  Instead of being a sweet, gentle ‘little girl’ she’s become someone who’s hiding deep scars under a casual, nonchalant surface.  It’s going to be awesome to watch her character develop.  Anyway, the real purpose of this post was to share some snippets, not talk about Lily, so that’s what I’m going to do.  Enjoy!

“Dylan…” Nathan’s tone was warning, but his enemy took no heed. With a cry of frustration, Nathan grabbed Dylan around the legs – he was standing on a bed, looking down at Nathan, so such a thing was easier and less painful for both boys – and started yanking his sneakers off of him. “Fine then,” he said between grunts, as he struggled to get the tightly tied shoes off, while keeping Dylan’s kicking feet under control, “If you won’t…give me…my shoes, I’ll…take…yours.”
With the last word, the sneakers ripped of Dylan’s feet, sending Nathan flying backwards. In an instant Dylan was on top of him, pummelling him into the ground, and using Nathan’s shoes as flailing weapons. Nathan lifted his hands and arms over his face to protect himself, but it was a poor shield.
Giving himself strength by letting out a long yell, Nathan pulled himself up off the floor, using Dylan’s arms to support him just for a moment, turned right around, and now Dylan was on the floor, covering his face. Nathan felt anger well up inside him. He wanted to hurt Dylan and make him pay, not just for the sneakers, but for every other little thing he had done.
Bullying smaller, weaker boys.
Calling Nathan ugly names.
Saying he wasn’t one of them.
Tripping him up in training when on one was looking.
Yes, Nathan felt the time had come for him to pay. ~Chapter 1

“They’re always unlocked whenever we come,” Hunter remarked offhandedly, “not like the facility.”
“I’ve always wondered why,” the boy named Aaron said. “You’d think that if people actually lived in houses like these, they’d lock them up. We could filch something and they’d never know who did it.”
Hunter shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. Let’s just get the job done.”
Now it was Aaron’s turn to shrug. “Whatever,” he said, his voice a little too flippant, bordering on rebellious, even. Hunter took no notice of this and Nathan found his admiration for the young man. And Aaron didn’t seem a good choice to keep an eye on Dylan. Chad just hung in there, completely unenthusiastic about his work. Nathan was unimpressed with all of them except Hunter. As for himself, he would work harder than any of the others – Hunter included – and show he was the best. ~Chapter 2

One door wasn’t locked, so he carefully turned the knob around and eased it open.  You’ll probably get in major trouble one of these days for opening doors willy-nilly, he thought to himself with a grin, but he didn’t turn back. ~Chapter 2

Hunter sighed and ran his hands over the smooth, safe part of his favorite knife. It wasn’t his favorite for any fancy jewels on his hilt, although he had seen and envied other boys knives like those. It was his favorite because he loved the plain and simple in weapons, and this knife was certainly that, if nothing else. It had a plain, dark wood hilt, but it was highly useful.
He liked to imagine that, at times, his choice of knife reflected upon his own character. Simple. Unpretentious. But useful. Of course, it was presumptuous just to think such things, so most of the time Hunter pushed that aside and focused on training his great task. Fighting for his queen. He could think of no other task that would satisfy him in quite that way – only the training of other boys to do the same filled him with the same sort of satisfaction. He had never seen the queen, although he would have given almost anything to do so, but if he ever had to fight for her, he would make sure to at least catch a glimpse of her. ~Chapter 2

“We’re brothers now,” he said, his voice serious, for he meant it with every fibre of his being. Nate just stared at him. “It’s true. Whenever two people embark on a mission like this, it means they’re brothers.” He was making this up on the spur of the moment but he felt closer to Nate than he had ever felt to his scamp of a brother, Chad, who was always causing trouble. And he wanted it to be true.
“Really?” Nate asked in a near whisper.
Hunter pretended to be frustrated with him. “Like I said, I never say anything I don’t mean.”
“Oh. Right.” Then, “Does that mean we can share a last name?”
Hunter frowned for a moment, puzzled at the question. Didn’t Nate have his own last name? He said as much the next moment. Nate shook his head. “I don’t belong here and it’s because I don’t have a last name. That’s what they all say.”
“Well, you do now. Pleased to meet you, Nathan Bordage.” ~Chapter 2

“Stand right there and stop me as I come at you, just like you see the others doing.”
Nathan felt a little twinge of uncertainty, but he brushed it aside. After all, how difficult could it be to grab someone’s arm and use their own weight to twist it behind their back? “Ready?” Hunter asked, running in one place to warm up again.
“Ready.”
And then Hunter was running toward him faster than Nathan had ever seen anyone run. It took all his presence of mind to focus on just when he should grab his arm and- With a blow that felt like a million knives gouging his insides, Hunter punched him in the stomach. He had meant for it to be a light blow, but his momentum had made him misjudge and Nathan went spinning. Instantly Hunter was over him. “Oh, man, I’m sorry, Nate. Didn’t mean to do that.” He helped him to his feet. “Got any broken bones?” He might have meant it as a joke, but Nathan didn’t see it as funny right then. “I was just trying to show what could happen if you aren’t prepared.”
Nathan gave a weak nod. “Yeah. It’s okay.” ~Chapter 3

The shock came when they left the house.
Chad was the first to notice Aaron and Dylan weren’t with them.
“Okay, guys,” Nathan said, trying to behave much like he imagined Hunter would have. “We don’t have much time before we have to get back, so come out of hiding.”
Silence.
“Right now!”
More silence.
Now Nathan was worried. Had their plan been to run away? The sick feeling inside him pointed in that direction. And now what would the guardians say, now that two of the boys had been lost who knows where?
“This is not good.”
He would just have to wait until the boys decided to come back, if they ever did. For now, there was nothing he could do. Absolutely nothing. ~Chapter 3

“What is it?” Hunter asked anxiously.
“I’m nineteen.”
“So? That’s-” he began, and then stopped. Oh no. Nineteen. Only young men twenty and older were allowed to go. Hunter bit his lip. Whenever he and Nate had talked about fighting for the queen, it had always been the two of them, joined together, invincible, never giving way to the enemy queen.
And now he would have to go alone.
“But-but don’t you think they’d make some exception? You’re only a few months away from twenty.”
Nate shook his head. “I’ve already asked them earlier. They said no, and it was definite.” At his words, Hunter felt all his hopes deflating. Of course he would go, it would be unthinkable to pass up a chance like this, and even if he wanted to stay at the facility, he’d be forced to go, but it wouldn’t be the same without Nate. Nothing would be. ~Chapter 4

Just then, his eyes caught sight of someone who looked slightly familiar in the crowd. His mind refused to believe what his eyes saw. He sucked in his breath, got off of the stool he was sitting on, and walked closer to the figure who was slipping in and out of the crowd, a slouchy cap pulled low over his face, keeping his head down, and limping, probably to disguise his gait.
But Hunter would know him anywhere.
Nate.
He crept up to Nate and when he was close enough grabbed his arm. He jumped, but didn’t cry out. “What on earth are you doing here?” Hunter whispered, his voice a mixture of delight, frustration, and a little bit of anger.
“Let go,” Nate said. “People are looking.”
“That’s all they do. Let them look.” Still, despite his words, Hunter let go of Nate’s arm. “You owe me an explanation.” ~Chapter 4

She called off a name, the boy named went up, selected something, and then the process began again. Finally, it was Nathan’s turn to peruse the tables. He didn’t even know what he was looking for, really, but felt that when he saw it, he would know it. Then, he saw it. Hunter’s knife. The style and material was unmistakably his, but just to make sure, he looked at the bottom of the hilt. Sure enough, the initials ‘H. B.’ were carved there.
It was then that he felt like crying. ~Chapter 5

The queen herself was young, probably only about Nathan’s age, and gorgeous. She had blonde hair so light it was almost white, that shimmered like gold in bright lights embedded in the ceiling above. Her eyes were deep blue and her face was delicate, though strong. If it had not been for the look of pure disdain and cruelty in her face as she received each boys pledge of allegiance, Nathan would have hesitated. But those like her who looked down on those boys as if they were scum didn’t deserve to live.
He drew the knife out of his duffel bag very slowly and carefully and slipped it into his belt as deep as it would go. Only a very small part of the hilt appeared, and he would move so fast no one would notice it. He hoped.
It was almost his turn. He took a deep breath and focused on keeping his body as calm as it would be. The thought of imminent death weakened his resolve so he focused on stoking his anger against the queen, not a difficult task. He remembered Hunter, saw the look of disdain in her face, remembered the children in the facility. Yes. The time had come for her to pay. For all of them to pay.
“Nathan Bordage,” the leader announced. ~Chapter 6

He decided to read a little bit to see what sort of book it was. With all his flipping he had come to near the end of the book and began reading at a random page. It was all about rejoicing and prayer and not repaying evil for evil…all concepts that he knew really knew nothing about. He was about halfway down the first column of the first page he had chosen when he came across something that would stick with him for a long time to come.
“Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord.”
The words seemed to jump out at him with the intensity of flames. The words burned into his mind and he couldn’t erase them, no matter how uncomfortable it made him. He hastily shoved the book into his duffel bag – why he didn’t put it back in the cupboard, he had no idea – and tried to relax. He had no idea who ‘the Lord’ was or really grasped the entire meaning of what he’d read, but he knew enough to give him a pause.
He was seeking vengeance, wasn’t he? And what was so wrong with that? Hunter needed to be revenged, and who better to do it than his best friend and almost-brother, Nathan? And the queen and her cronies deserved to die, didn’t they? It wasn’t like he was doing anything wrong – ridding the world of vermin was never wrong. That book had no right to speak out to him like that, and, after all, it really hadn’t. It was just a strange coincidence, that was all.
He didn’t want anything to deter him from his course. Not a dungeon, not any silly weakness that might crop up, and certainly not an old, beat-up book. ~Chapter 7

Her face was too thin as well as the rest of her to really have her be beautiful. She did have nice blonde hair, but her eyes were a strange mix of green and blue and grey and although they suited her general appearance, they weren’t beautiful or sparkling, even though they were full of energy. “What?” she said when she caught him staring at her.
He shook his head a little and went back to his soup. “Nothing.”
“Don’t you have something to say?” she said after a moment.
He gave her a puzzled look. What did she mean?
“Well, I did rescue you.”
“Oh, yes,” Nathan said, understanding now. “Thank you.” That seemed the best thing to say. Simple and polite.
“I should hope so,” she said a little tartly.
“Um…why did you do it?” he asked as he gulped down the rest of his soup. Delicious.
“I can’t tell you right now,” she said, becoming a little unsure for once. “Maybe later.” ~Chapter 7

What did you think of these snippets?

Eva