/lit/ - Literature

>>19424253
It’s just a timing thing. I wrote the book last year and was doing the second draft this year but then decided to post it as well. I’ve found the “delay” between re-drafting and the final spit-and-polish just before posting a chapter to be helpful, as several times I’ve been able to better integrate elements from later chapters into earlier ones.

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The boy knew it was no good. He would be experiencing all of this himself soon. It seemed a waste, after he’d stopped so much killing during the invasion, to meet an end worse than of those he couldn’t save.
The doors to the banquet hall were thrown open. T’Lorn stood at the precipice. Behind him the invaders from the World of Light were gathered, Ayara holding the staff which Chrincha carried back in the library.
Tad and Glum were toppled and Yurzan jumped back. As Tad helped Glum to his feet, he heard Ayara whispering “over here.” Tad tried to push his boss toward her, but he felt the Dread Lord’s eyes on them and froze.
“What is this?” The dread lord rose, letting Hozza collapse on the floor, shuddering in pain as the countless cuts littering his skin oozed onto the carpet. As the wraith approached T’loran, it flung the dagger away. The dagger’s tip struck the soft carpet and it flipped into the air, landing noiselessly by Tad’s feet. Although he was hesitant, Tad bent to pick up the weapon, now harmless since it wasn’t held by an immortal wraith.
“Put that down, boy!” Glum thwacked Tad’s hand with his cane. The pang from the screw’s metal head made Tad drop the dagger and its dull blade touched his toes. He hissed in anticipation of anguish for only a moment before realizing it did him no harm. “If I have it the Dread Lord can’t use it to hurt Hozza anymore,” he told Glum as he picked the dagger back up. He hoped his boss wouldn’t insist and sully his brave gesture.
Glum snatched Tad by the wrist and pulled him along in a retreat from the Dread Lord who was approaching the doorway. As Tad looked back, he saw no worry on T’loran’s face.
“Dread Lord Withering Sorrows,” T’loran clasped his hands together as he addressed the skulking wraith. “I implore you to exile your servants for their failings. If you would … I could take them away from here. All of them. There is a place I remember outside of Yendell where their kind can live peacefully.”
“That was never the agreement, T’loran. I only said you bringing that orc of yours,” Chrincha said from the shadows behind T’loran.