…. starts with “It was a long time until he composed himself.”
I successfully dealt with the evil sorcerer last night and worked on my hero’s inner thoughts in Chapter 16 this morning so that he longer looks like a “wafflling jerk” (my editor’s words) (hmmm, what exactly does “to waffle” mean? Need to look this up). I guess I’ve managed to make him look like a pigheaded mutthead (mixed animal metaphors, ahoy! Laura will love this! hehe) instead.
Now I just need to work on the boundaries and definitions of blood magic and Bob will be my uncle.
If I’m really lucky, I’ll even manage to get to the love scene in the snow today! Whee!
Btw, does anybody know what duvets were called in the early 19th century??? Is “featherbed” a mattress, or can it also be used for a blanket (filled with feathers)?