So I've been write, write, writing away, trying to finish The Circular Path. Ugh. Is it EVER going to end?! I have my doubts.
But this afternoon I wrote a little piece that I ended up liking. A lot. It's part of one of the last rising actions of the book, but the clip I'm going to give you doesn't give away anything - so if you're reading one of my copies right now, don't worry. Anywho, here it is; I hope you like it.
He would never understand.
He didn't know what it was like to stand at the threshold of wilderness, on the back of a mighty, trembling beast, and to feel, as she did, the evasive, creeping feeling--that shifty, nagging worry that was, in its most distinct form, a subtle fear for her fragile life. Not because of the monster beneath her, but because of herself. Because of her incompetence.
Grace gathered her double reins, clinging to the fistfuls of leather like a lifeline, and allowed the animal to take one slow step onto the circular path.
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