Since I'm still very much in head-down / ass-in-chair mode trying to finish this novel, I don't have too much spare time, so I thought I'd share with you all a short excerpt from a bit of Crescendo I wrote today. That's beneath the jump. But first, one quick bit of news:
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And now today's Crescendo excerpt, beneath the jump. Also, a random hottie (SFW) for the heck of it. Because you can never have too many random hotties.
They overnighted in a hall of magisters on the edge of a large town. There were two jail cells here, both solid stone, both empty. The elves escorted Freyrík into one of them and cut his bindings. He sank gratefully onto a bed and shook his wrists, chafed and sore to the touch after so many days spent tied. He heard the heavy stone door close, heard a bolt lock. Despite the dungeon-like surroundings, ‘twas still a nice cell. Little windows of iron and glass let in the last dying rays of sunlight. A lantern hung from the ceiling, and in one corner was a covered privy seat that smelled more of cedar than waste. The bunk beds were piled high with blankets, and on a shelf bolted to the wall near the door sat a pitcher of fresh water and a cup.
He went to pour himself some, and heard through the wall the cell door beside him clank shut. Then a voice, muffled and distant: “Rik?”
He nearly dropped the cup in his haste to press his ear to the wall between the cells. “Ayden?” Gods, they’d not been permitted to speak to each other for days. “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine. You?”
“Yes. They have treated me far better than I’d expected.”
“Fallen gods pray it lasts.”
Indeed, he had prayed so every night to his own gods. “How do you come to be indoors tonight? Is the starfall gone?”
“Nay. But the others cannot hear it through the stone.” He thought he heard Ayden laugh. “I never thought I’d be so glad of a prison cell. It is good to be warm.”
“Indeed.” Freyrík grinned, laid his forehead and palm flat against the stone between them. He imagined Ayden doing the same on the other side. Wished he could touch him, even just for a moment. Soon, gods pray. Soon.