[#reviseandrevive] Baby, Now We’ve Got Bad Blood
The WIPWednesday progress for today involves drama. All good stories have drama of some sort, and it’s that tension that keeps a reader flipping pages. In The Final Rose,
I have a few dramatic scenes that I got excited while writing and am equally excited to rewrite.
So here’s a glimpse of what happens when Task and crew get to their destination, the Floating Islands, to give tribute to the gods… [First Draft Warning Alert]
Something red and glowing smacked into his face, nearly forcing itself down his throat. He grabbed at it, catching it between two fingers before it floated off in the winds. It was a petal – a rose petal – and one that had once sat on Ziove’s chest, proudly displayed like a battle scar.
Something was very wrong.
He shoved the petal into his pocket and pushed forward faster, making them keep up with him. She had to be there, standing just out of reach. She had to be near them, frozen in the wind the same way he had been at first.
Maybe the gods protected her. Maybe the gods were keeping her out of it and giving them a way out – death or run.