THE RULE: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic/original/anything!) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

I was tagged by @bean-about-townn and @comtessedebussy. Thanks to both of you! 

I’m working on the last chapter of CotD at the moment – here are a few sentences from the section I’m working on currently:

1.Cup of their Deserving:

“When I lived in London,” he says, halting over the words at first. He does not know how to say this, exactly – it feels like a confession of sorts, one that he has made only once before, and that to a fifteen year old girl. “The English delegates,” he says, “are likely to know me by another name. The one I went by until they took Thomas and everything else including my home. I was told I had to leave, never to be heard from again, unless I wished to dance a hempen jig, and so-”

He stops. He cannot quite fathom how to continue – there is simply no succinct way to put this, no natural way to lead into it.

“Your name is James,” Madi says quietly after a second. “That part, I think, was no lie. What, then, were you called before all this began?”

2. I’m also working on the ending of Full of Grace: 

“It’s very… green,” she says at last, and James grimaces.

“I know it isn’t much,” he says.

“But it could be more,” she answers, and he looks at her, startled. “I chose our destination, if you recall,” she says. “Or rather, the Admiral’s man, Philip, did.” He looks at her, frown forming again. “I approved his selection,” she says quietly. “Nassau may look rather rough, but so does a gemstone before it’s been cut. We’ll make do – the three of us.”

3. And here – have a tentative bit of my upcoming entry for the Big Bang:

“James – thank God, I thought -”

“It was the other boat.” James’ head is bleeding, but he is alive, and Miranda feels a great rush of relief. “We need to get off the beach,” James continues. He turns – and Miranda sees the moment that he spots Billy Bones coming toward them.

“James -” she starts, but James is already pulling away from her, heading up the beach.

4. Oh, and here’s part of the prequel to HHNF: 

“Flint – Flint, for fuck’s sake -” Mortar crashes to the ground between them – Vane swears, and Abigail jumps backward.

“Vane, if you get her killed, I’ll fucking haunt you,” Mr. McGraw snarls, and Abigail believes him. So does Vane – she can see it in his eyes.

“If you want us all to leave this place alive, I suggest you help me,” Vane retorts. He looks around them – there is nothing to use for leverage, and the scaffold that McGraw is still chained to is one of the few structures in the square that is still standing. Vane swears again, and Abigail grimaces, and McGraw’s gaze focuses on her. 

“Miss Ashe,” he says, and she attempts not to laugh hysterically – he sits, chained like an animal at his neck and hands, and yet  if she did not know better, she would think him sat at one of her aunt’s salons. 

I’m tagging @complaininginthedark, @penflicks, and @buildarocketboys