Writer’s Report 4

Well, that's September down the drain. October, here I come--but first, let's take our monthly pause and look back on all the weird shit we searched in pursuit of being better writers. Personally, I think I've gained a lot of wisdom since August. How about you?

Day 4: Kingfisher Assassin

The needle went in, out, and in the assassin’s heart. The icon took shape: blue as black, the damned kingfisher. James’ dragon raged around inside him, trying to thrash loose, but the thrall had ordered him to be still. James’ teeth rattled in their sockets. His magic rattled in his bones.