It’s time again for the Wednesday WIPpet. Because it’s the 30th today, I’ve chosen to share a passage out of Chapter 30 of The Legend of the Kings (mainly because I haven’t written chapter 30 of my current WIP yet). The Legend of the Kings is book three in my Heartstone Trilogy. It was intended to be a standalone novel, but the backstory gained a life of it’s own which is why I’ve been writing out of order.
In this scene the capital city has been all but destroyed by dragons who have somehow being working with the Kingdom’s neighbouring enemy, the Rohe. A small group have managed to avoid the fallout until now, but Peter’s actions have given away their location. Instead of working with the group Peter is behaving true to form: (In Megan’s POV).
Not Peter. Stubborn, and angry; he’d paid cursory attention to anything Roan advised, preferring to poke around the canyon himself. Now his stupid pride was putting everyone at risk. She caught his attention and signalled for him to move further up the rock. Whether he didn’t understand her gesturing, or was choosing to ignore it she couldn’t tell, because he stayed right where he was.
Megan was so wild, she almost left him to his fate. But knowing the Rohe could arrive at any moment, she scrabbled down the rock and sprinted towards him. She felt horribly exposed, but she wasn’t about to let Peter’s bloodymindedness ruin everything. Hoping the curve of the canyon would give her a few minutes grace, she leaped onto the rock beneath him and scrambled up until she was close enough to hiss out a warning.
“You need to get higher – they’ll see you.” She pointed to a crack in the rock. “There. The shadow – it’s deeper than it looks.”
As she pulled herself up next to him, he refused to look at her – the stubborn set of his jaw confirming her fear; he’d rather die than be obligated to Roan.
“Go yourself. I’m fine.”
“Please Peter.” She wanted to shake him, but there wasn’t enough time. Fighting to keep her voice soft, she laid a hand on his arm. “You don’t want to fight them again do you?”
Throwing her hand off, he finally turned – thrusting his face right up into hers.
“Come on Megan. You don’t really think I fought them last time do you?”
His breath was hot and sour, his contorted features barely recognisable. Recoiling, Megan almost fell off the ledge – just as a sweet sharp whistle echoed down the canyon.
The Rohe were here.
If you want to join the WIPpet fun the rules are: each Wednesday share something from your Work In Progress that relates to the date. As today is the 3oth it could be 30 words, 30 lines, or something from page 30 or chapter 30. You can find the linky here or at K.L. Schwengel’s very cool blog My Random Muse.