Wednesday, May 6, 2015

I Am Committed Now

I am commited now. No, not to the loony bin, though I do feel a bit twitchy at the moment. I committed to an editor for "Witch's Moon." After more than four years of working on this story, I finally said enough is enough and scheduled a block to get it professionally edited the second week of June. And of course, that was when I realized why I wasn't happy with the ending of the story. The whole story was written from Marissa's point of view and she's out of commission for for much of the finale. It needed to be written from Mooney's POV. Oh well. It's only three of four chapters that need redone and I do have several weeks to do it and the do one last read-through.

So this week, I shall share a new snippet of "Witch's Moon", the very last bit written from Marissa's POV. I think. I may end up letting her keep the last chapter. Anywho, here you go!

~ Rebecca

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“You shouldn’t be here.”
I didn’t jump at the unexpected voice. I hadn’t heard Dante walk up behind me but it didn’t startle me that I suddenly had a not-exactly-friendly apex predator behind me. I simply didn’t have enough give-a-shit in me to care right that moment.
“My father’s wolves found your scent when you dropped your masking spell, witch. If you want to live to see another sunrise, you’d better get gone,” he said after a moment. I decided he would keep talking if I didn’t respond so I shrugged one shoulder. I heard him sigh in disgust.
“I can’t let you sabotage our plans,” he said a note of resignation in his voice.
“My counter spell will only trigger if Ghan’s magician successfully casts his invocation,” I replied woodenly.
“Wait, Ghan’s magician?” Dante exclaimed. I found myself jerked up to my feet, facing away from the sight of my mate, staring into a pair of very intense wolf eyes. I didn’t struggle or look away as the top alpha of Talbot’s Peak glared at me. I stood there, half dangling from his iron grip and let him see the truth of my statement in my eyes.
“We had no indication of Ghan working with a magician,” he said finally.
“Lie,” I said quietly. I swallowed, my grief making it hard to breathe and talk. “I told Nick the Prick and Lex both when I came back from Delphi that I had information they needed.”
“Lex said you couldn’t have learned anything we needed to know,” Dante said with his usual stony calm. I shrugged again and his hands fell away from my arms. I could see that he was thinking now, and that was a good thing. My counter charms would work exactly once and I would be too tapped out to mount a second response. He wasn’t paying attention to me anymore, so I turned back around and sat back down in my snow bank. I watched my mate as he escorted the schmoozing, icky Maggie around the party. I occasionally took note of the people around Mooney, too, and I ignored Dante when he told me to put my masking spell back up if I didn’t want to get my throat ripped out by his father’s wolves. Didn’t he realize that I’d already had my heart ripped out by a wolf?


Savanna Kougar said...

Oooh, this is gonna be GOOD! Glad you got the ending sorted out.

Pat C. said...

Wait, what? Zhere Ghan has a magician?

Can't wait to read this!

Rebecca Gillan said...

I'm definitely liking the ending more. Letting Mooney tell his side of things makes the story feel more complete somehow.

Rebecca Gillan said...

My favorite bit of the new Mooney POV:

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Speaking of Moon-Moon. I shot a sideways look at him because he was doing some dance reminiscent of the Carlton and bumping hips with me.

“Dude, why are you dork-grinding me?” I asked. He just laughed and kept doing it. He nodded at a table a short distance away and I noticed that poor Genevieve was crawling under it with what looked like a half a slab of chocolate cake clutched to her chest. I also noticed that Maggie was circling the desert table looking for something other than a snack, which told me why Genevieve was crawling under a table with her loot.

Savanna Kougar said...

~laughing~ and lovin'it...