I was recently nominated by the enchanting Alex of the blog Valourborn to join in the 777 challenge, and—what can I say?—I’m a sucker for anything involving numbers.
The challenge is:
- Go to your current work in progress
- Scroll to page 7
- Count 7 sentences
- Share the next 7 sentences after that
- And of course, tag people to do the same. You can even tag 7 people if you want to really get into the number theme.
My current WIP is a prequel to the Dagger Trilogy. I actually just talked about this project in this post. So, here are my seven sentences. Please note that the names of my characters have been changed to protect their identities.
(And by that, I mean that I am extremely fickle when it comes to names and how I spell them, so I don’t want to put a character’s real name out there until I am 100% locked in on spelling. Until then, my character is going to be called “Keshner.”)
Now, some background on this snippet: my main character’s family has just been the victim of a robbery and is forced to sell whatever they have left to make ends meet. The POV boy (Keshner…) is eleven.
Okay, let’s do this:
Some of their book collection had found a good enough price to tempt his mother, who cried when she took the volumes off the shelves to box them up. And of course, they sold Keshner’s other weapons.
Keshner hadn’t cried when they took them away, and he was proud of himself for that. He was still angry, though, even though his father apologized over and over and promised to buy him a new set when he could. But Keshner wasn’t angry with his father for selling them. He was angry with the thief for putting them in this position in the first place.
The doctor had assured them all that Keshner’s wrist was only sprained and would heal completely given time and rest and the uncomfortable brace he fashioned for him, but the damage of that robbery was much more substantial than that.