I’ve been sharing snippets of the WIP on Twitter each night. I don’t always have a line that fits 140 characters, but most days I do.
I wanted to share a paragraph I wrote last night, which may or may not survive revisions. But it said something to me about friendship, support, and finding your own family. Knowing who you can count on…that’s a big thing.
People stepped back and a path opened to the front. Ros was sure the two of them were a novel sight, the small and fair pregnant empress and the tall queen with dark brown hair. For some reason, she was reminded of the walk to the dais the afternoon she married Roland. The Sanctuary had been full of people she didn’t know, most of them Roland’s family, all of them staring and weighing her worth to the alliance. She’d searched desperately for a friendly face. Ros finally found Owen, stationed next to a pillar near the front where she could see him for the duration of the ceremony.
Owen, Irina and Jared stood where she and Sofija could see them when they turned to face the crowd. They weren’t alone.