NaNo is now over by several weeks. I'm sad. My November productivity was through the roof, and as much as I vowed to maintain even 50% of that pace...nada. Zip. Oh well.
First lines of said NaNo novel:
A hand, delicate and pale, glided among the hungry flames and was not burned. The fire consumed log and fern and twig, but mostly the bodies of the slain as several Foreigners tossed more corpses from the gray grass onto a makeshift pyre at the center of the battlefield. Cressida stood at the center, watchful that every kill was claimed by the rightful killer. Opportunists were not tolerated.
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