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Eighteen Chapters Down

This past week has been remarkably productive. After quite a few weeks of thumb-twiddling, I managed to scratch out almost 20,000 words in three days. Chapters 16, 17 and 18 are complete, and hopefully chapter 19 and 20 will follow just as quick. After that, it’s the final five (21-25) and book three is complete!

I honestly didn’t think I’d get here. I mean, after this I still have four more books to write, but this third book has been … just awful. Not awful in that it won’t be a fun read, but it hasn’t been nearly as much fun to write. There have been some genuine struggles, moments when inspiration was severely lacking, and some serious doubts about the direction the book was going in.

But that’s all almost over. I’m pretty confident about what’s left for book three, and then I can start thinking towards the editing, the endless revisions, and—perhaps one day—the launch!

So here’s to another productive weekend coming up, and seeing if another 20,000 words is possible!

The Redemption of Erâth: Book Three, Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen: Paräth

After some time, Brandyé realized that he was being carried far into the countryside, away from the ruins of Hope and through the hills. He had grown quiet after the argument with the Sarâthen, and allowed himself to be borne wherever they wished. He was uncertain where they made for, but his chest still pained him greatly, and so he cared little either way. He thought perhaps the pain was receding slightly, or perhaps he was growing accustomed to it, but it seemed to hurt less by the time they stopped that night by a stream.

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The Redemption of Erâth: Book Three, Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen: The Loss of Reason

Brandyé awoke to darkness and the muted roar of distant flames. He tried to move, and found his hands were shackled before him. His throat was parched, and he wondered how long he had been kept here, wherever he was. As he lay in the dark, he found he could hear the sounds of many people moving about, and suspected he was in a tent. He wondered that there seemed to be no guard to keep watch, and equally wondered that he seemed alone—what had happened to Athalya, and the Sarâthen?

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