[writing] Tourbillon progris riport, day 19

Today’s wordage: 4,500
Today’s writing time: 2 hours, 15 minutes
Total wordage: 72,700
Total writing time: 43 hours, 45 minutes


Little had changed within. Battle wrack was stll spread in mounds about the compound. One of those smashed and broken tents was the place where Boaz had received his chrism and his name. That moved him to sadness, but not so much as the shattered Brass staring blindly up from the mud, their faces and bodies already covered with verdigris and a rapidly-advancing mold. Boaz turned his face away from their accusing gazes. So many Seals lost on this field of battle. Elsewhere, skeletal, rotting wingéd savages lay with their breastbone keels sticking up in the air.

There was no pretense of order, except for the path which wound inward from the gate area.

“This is what Ariadne found?” Boaz asked McCurdy. “And she reported the camp at work?”

“Don’t see no English dead, do you John Brass? The good doctor strike you as the kind of man to care for his enemies?”