It’s every college student’s favorite time of the semester, and by favorite I mean that we have a week and a half of classes left before exams and it seems like everything is due all at once.
Anyway, in between working on research papers and rewriting the end of Jane Eyre, I’ve spent the past month starting the rewrite of my fantasy project. The working title for this project is Quest, though I have been playing with some more official ones… but I’ll save them for another day.
I set my goal to write 25,000 words by the end of April, or about 850 words a day, give or take. I knew that wouldn’t complete my story by any stretch, but I wanted to hit the ground running and get off to a good start before life got too busy. Fortunately, I did reach my goal on April 26, which has given me some breathing room to complete my other responsibilities.
Anyway, as part of my big writing push this month, I’ve been sharing my favorite lines on Twitter every day. I did it as a way of motivating me, because sometimes when you write a lot in a short period of time, you get frustrated with the quality of your work. And yes, I know that a lot of what I write will be cut and revised and altered in the future, but I wanted to appreciate the parts that I do like, as a reminder that there is still some good that comes out of this first draft (other than it being written, of course).
So as April is coming to a close, I thought I’d celebrate what I accomplished this month and share a few of those favorite lines here. Most of them don’t have context, but hey, that’s part of the fun!
Teaching baby-faced boys how to treat foreign leaders with respect was NOT in her job description.
“We were just attacked by a shape-shifting sorcerer who pretended to be one of my subordinates, I can be as unladylike as I want.”
“Put the weapon down, ma’am. You don’t want to start a fight with me.”
Myrina inhaled sharply, like she was about to say something, then didn’t.
“Yes. You have already saved his life once.” A pause. “I assume you also know of his gifts and can use discretion with sharing them.”
The Reyans seemed to particularly dislike him. He couldn’t tell if it was because he was a bounty hunter or a foreigner.
A simple, honest man. Silas liked simple, honest men. They were easy to take advantage of.
There were times when Myrina wished Adrien would stop spewing useless information.
“Did you know some Tevanists believe dandelions are a sign of Tobain’s blessing?” Adrien said.
This was one of those times.
“Don’t you have a merciful bone in your body?”
“Mercy is me not striking you down on the spot for your disrespect.”
“That’s enough, lieutenant,” the captain said. She turned towards Adrien. “That was a prime example of bad diplomacy.”
“Maybe he just needed a break. You know, uh…” Adrien searched for the words. “I mean, I’m sure being a great dragon is hard work. Maybe he took a vacation.”
“You think I don’t understand? You think becoming a captain happened by accident? I know what that feels like, but that doesn’t mean you should go charging into dangerous situations just to prove yourself.”
It was a shame the boy had put so much trust in him, since it was completely unfounded. Still, it made Silas’s job a lot easier.
If she knew he’d been helping them to hurt them, she’d probably murder him on the spot. Not that he would blame her, but it was a fate he’d rather avoid.
“Keeping books inside a tree? Isn’t that… I mean, that’s kinda like cannibalism, when you think about it.”
“If I so much as see a scratch on that thing-“
“I’ll take good care of it ma’am.”
“Captain,” she corrected.
“What is your business here?” he demanded.
Silas considered for a moment, then punched the guard in the face.
Adrien was quiet for a minute. “I don’t know if that’s the right thing to do though.”
“What do you mean?”
Myrina groaned. For the love of Saint Ariande, now is not the time, she thought.
Princess Everly nodded. “I understand, Captain. I promise we will find out who the culprit is as soon as possible.”
“You can call me Myrina,” the soldier replied, adjusting the sword on her belt. It hadn’t felt right since Silas had handed it back to her.
Speaking of which- “Myrina-” Silas started to say.
“Not you,” the captain snapped.
“Stop gaping like you’ve never seen books before,” Myrina muttered.
“I’ve never seen this MANY before!” Adrien exclaimed.
“Are you sure I’m not the one causing the problem?”
“Fine, if you’re so charming, why don’t you find someone who will sell us what we need?”
“Stop glaring like that, you look like you’re on your way to murder someone.”
“She’s got you there,” Silas said, smirking.
Myrina frowned. “I don’t suppose you have anything more substantial to add?” she asked him.
“I do, actually.”
Adrien shook his head. “I’m surprised he didn’t continue his research.” He paused. “Or her research, I suppose. Since I don’t know.”
But Silas wasn’t listening to Adrien’s passive-aggressive tone…
“What kind of future king would I be if I ran away from a challenge? I can’t let other people do my work for me.”
Adrien ducked as a crossbow bolt whizzed over his head, and he snapped the reigns. This was no time to be a hero, he thought. It was time to run.
“I want you to teach me how to fight,” he said.
Silas didn’t look up. “Don’t they teach you do do that already? At whatever school they send spoiled princes to?”
“This feels a lot like sneaking out that night. It’s scary and dangerous but it’s what I want. It’s what I need to do.”
The fact that Myrina defended him instead of arguing made Silas nauseous. He could trust her with anything, but the same wasn’t true in reverse. He was trying not to remember that.