“A white Vulp huh?” he stated more than questioned. “Come with me.” he grabbed her by the arm without waiting for her to comply and roughly led her into a tall door that opened into the wall itself.
She stumbled as he dragged her faster than she could walk up a short flight of stairs. Then he pulled her through a doorway and into a small room with a single chair.
“Sit down,” he ordered as he shoved her at the chair. She sprawled across the seat on her stomach and
She looked away quickly hiding her eyes from what she knew would come and simply waited. Eventually the line began to move. The further she moved forward however the closer the creaking of wheels came and as she neared the gates open courtyard the cart finally passed on its way back into the city.
She glanced only momentarily but saw enough of the broken figure. An arm hung limp at his side, blood ran down his neck and shoulder, and one of his eyes remained shut. Despite all this,
Saphorria stepped outside. It was still raining. The cobblestone streets were slick and cold as her claws dug in to maintain her careful walking pace. The storm had churned relentlessly for the last three days giving a dreary cast to the city of Norgolis. It had come in quickly from the east, as the worst of them always did, leaving her unable to travel beyond the city gate. Storms like this left little visibility for travelers in the forests outside of the city. It would
Hello sffworld folks,
I have been in the midst of writing my first novel and was directed by some friends to create a blog to gain exposure for my writing. I have been looking specifically for critical input. I don't believe my writing is at its best yet and I am hoping that those who have more experience at it will see what I have written and tell what I can do to improve.
With that said I will be posting the first chapter as it is currently. If anyone is interested