Just long enough to say I’m buried, buried, buried. There will be a post tomorrow (and the fingernail posts aren’t done for good, just on hiatus at the moment since I don’t even have time to do my nails) and hopefully Wednesday too, with some updates and stuff.
But really quick, how about a little excerpt snippet from Downside 5?
Terrible nodded, then crossed back to Chess and tried the doorknob. Locked. “What you thinkin I oughta do? Break it open?”
“Let me try first.” The lock looked pickable, at least, and if it was pickable she’d be able to pick it. If it was chained Terrible would need to kick it in, but best not to do that unless they had to. She could picture Ben inside, hiding with paranoid sweat dripping off his body. The last thing they wanted to do was burst in and give him a heart attack.
It took her a minute or so to pick the lock. No chain. Blue-braids over there—still watching them—hadn’t lied. The door did sound like a cat being skinned when Terrible pushed it open, a hideous screeching sound that raked up Chess’s spine.
The second the door parted from the jamb it hit her. The power, the deep dark slithering power of dark magic, of ghost magic. Of a particular kind of ghost magic.
Ben had scored, all right. But what he’d bought himself wasn’t very good.