BLACK GROTTO
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Update & Excerpt From Chapter 24
Below is a short excerpt from the Chapter 24 of the Black Grotto. But before you get to that, I thought I'd give you a short update.
At this point, I've finished Chapter 24, and it looks as if there will be another three chapters before the first draft of the book is completed. That could change, but for now that's my best estimate.
Writing the ending of a book is something that I enjoy a great deal, and this one is no exception. I love it when all of the various strands of the plot come together and build towards the climax. I usually have a very clear idea of what I want to do, but sometimes as the story unfolds in my mind, a surprising detail can simply present itself, and I have to put it in. I mention it because a situation exactly like that arose in chapter 24, and it made the that part more challenging, yes, but also more fun to write!
Anyway, here is the excerpt that I promised. It contains the first two paragraphs of chapter 24, which is titled "Path to Power". I'm having a blast!
At this point, I've finished Chapter 24, and it looks as if there will be another three chapters before the first draft of the book is completed. That could change, but for now that's my best estimate.
Writing the ending of a book is something that I enjoy a great deal, and this one is no exception. I love it when all of the various strands of the plot come together and build towards the climax. I usually have a very clear idea of what I want to do, but sometimes as the story unfolds in my mind, a surprising detail can simply present itself, and I have to put it in. I mention it because a situation exactly like that arose in chapter 24, and it made the that part more challenging, yes, but also more fun to write!
Anyway, here is the excerpt that I promised. It contains the first two paragraphs of chapter 24, which is titled "Path to Power". I'm having a blast!
Chapter 24
Path to Power
April 1, 2023
In the
distance, the morning sunrise in the west had just touched the horizon with its
thin yellow glow, and the night had begun its retreat. The stars dimmed, and
the moon dipped behind the hills in the east as the lonely raven soared over
Stornaway Bay, flying inland. Tilting her head, she glanced down, one-eyed, at
the town and harbor and began her descent, gliding over the forested parkland
and the top of Lew’s Castle. Deciding to land for a moment, she set her
wings, caught the air, and fluttered to a halt at the very top of one of the
castle’s two turrets, resting on the battlements. With her binocular, two-eyed
vision, she stared out across the isle and thought of how it had been her home
and sanctuary for almost seventeen years. She then pushed away, beat her wings
but twice, and glided downward along the backside of the castle to a soft
landing on the ground below.
The raven’s dark, glossy wings lowered and rested at
her side. She shook her head rapidly and stared upwards, feeling small as she
stood at the base of the large stone citadel that spiraled high above her.
Refocusing, she noticed the streaks of brownish-red that still tainted her dark
black beak as well as several caked and dried stains of the same color that had
splashed on the down of her chest.
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