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I've done quite a lot of work on this book, and have written over a hundred pages. Here's an excerpt from one of the recent chapters. What's your opinion?
Sparkfinger stood up. They had come for him. His fingers rested on each other, in position to snap. There was no way he could start a fire in the castle, or burn the guard. But that wasn’t his aim, anyway.
Just do it, Sparkfinger. It’s a cruel irony but it’s the only way. His hands were shaking as he started to move his middle finger off his thumb. “Don’t you dare,” the guard growled, kicking the door closed but not turning the lock. “You’re going to kill yourself? Not a chance!” Alexander looked horrified as well as slightly in awe, as if he couldn’t believe Sparkfinger would give himself up like that. I’m not brave. Sparkfinger thought, mentally shaking his head. If I was brave or heroic, I would…
Sparkfinger clenched a fist. Yes, that was it. There were more prisoners and just one guard. They could just-
“She’s got the sword nice and sharp, too, although Grazillia hasn’t bothered to have it cleaned in awhile. We all know you’re quite willing to die—which you will, in due time—but you’ll be less likely to want to sacrifice your life when you can see the blood and smell the flesh of every other man that sword has killed…” Good lord, forget what Sparkfinger would feel when the sword was actually at his neck, just the de_script_ion made him feel sick...
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