A while back I was bouncing ideas about a 3rd Sasha Suter story, this time, a full lengthish one (about 80 000 words) with much more of a focus on the martial arts side of things. Solemn helped me flesh out the styles, which was no easy task given that I didn't know what I wanted. I basically showed him a map of the countries, then shrugged. In March, I was all Sasha Sutered out. Now, I'm back to editing Vert Glace and I've been writing a teeny weeny bit of the story. I don't think it will happen as quickly as the two romance parts happened, because this requires a lot more planning and my brain is just not up to the task.
Anyway, here's how it roughly starts:
Trumpets sounded loud and crisp, consecrating the gelid air that
rose from the ice stadium. Anticipation
and pride simmered in the five thousand strong crowd that had gathered from across
the Seven Lands.
Then came the drums - scratchy snares and booming basses reverberated
into the bones of the ice and broadcasted the heartbeats of the crowd as
one.
All eyes were on the entrance to the field.
Sasha Suter was barely tethered to her icy seat in the
second row. In fact, if not for her
brother’s firm hand on her shoulder, she was sure that her excitement would have
rocketed her off into space.
I make no guarantees.
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