Untouched is at 70K!!
I have one more scene to write, probably about 1K words or so, and then all I have left is the final chapter. The final chapter is the denouement, and takes place several weeks after the climax and falling action. So I'm looking at about 5K words... then Untouched is DONE.
Wow. Intense. I have the next two days off- I will finish it. I will.
And then the fun starts, right?
Anyway, here's a little snippet for your reading enjoyment. :P
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“Gwen?” he asked. “Is that really you?”
He dropped what he was holding- a couch pillow that fell softly to the ground- and ran toward me.
My brain, as always, started working at the last minute.
“No!” I held up my hands as I took a step back. James stopped a few feet in front of me and registered what my reaction meant. I said it aloud anyway. “You can't touch me.”
He was silent for a moment, studying me as though he didn't believe I was truly there. “You're back? ...Are you back? What happened?”
I took a breath and prepared to recap what I remembered of the Council, but stopped when I noticed the mess. “What happened here?”
A tornado had ripped through his apartment, leaving nothing but destruction in its wake. The kitchen table was missing a leg, bookshelves were tipped over and knocked across the room, and the lamp was tilted at an odd angle, casting a spotlight at the fist shaped hole in the wall.
“Did Dante do this?” I demanded, trying to focus on his soul so I wouldn't have to waste any time tracking him down.
“No, no,” James said quickly. “Dante didn't do anything. This all happened after we... I mean, after the Council sent me back. I was a little upset.”
“Yeah, I can see that.”
“I was handling it.”
I looked into the living room to see the flat screen TV broken in half and smashed over the coffee table. Neither had survived.