peacefulReason for stopping: Damned tired
I'm about a third of a way through a long scene Kit is fighting me on because he's scared of what happens after it. Darn characters, having minds of their own. Still, progress is happening, and there will be more tomorrow.
Also, as of today, I have eighteen submissions out. It was 19, but-- *g*
Surely there ought to be good news on one of these things.
And a snippet, because I can.
Another breath. A slow voice, inflectionless, half rumble and half hiss. "Who passes, and on what errand?" The inside of the demon's maw gleamed red when it spoke: the only light in the world, and it silhouetted serrated teeth as if on coals.
Kit swallowed. This is real. Now. "Marley." The smallness of his own voice angered him. "I come to bargain with your master. Let me pass."
"My master?" Silence, that Kit somehow knew was laughter. He wondered if the thing saw Kit's own face lit red when its mouth opened. "My master sees none who cannot pass by me."
Kit himself saw nothing but the fangs.
I think I detect a certain L. Sprague de Camp The Fallible Fiend influence in there, somewhere.