Made some good progress editing my novelette “Failure of Flesh” tonight. Only 50 manuscript pages left to go.
Snippet:
“Wild Bear, chieftain of the people of Cold Lake, felt every one of his fifty-three years burning in his chest as he sucked in gasp after gasp of frigid air. Blood’s coppery taste filled his mouth, and he could feel its wet stickiness spreading from half a dozen wounds.”