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The first draft of my novel Faith and Grace is done! It is 35,495 words, I think the second draft will be double that, maybe. Check out a brief part of the last chapter.
"Grace watched things as best she could, from atop Blackie. The shots grew less, and less, as man killed man; They sang out, “I have killed a man for wounding me.”The three sides struggled against one another, writhing in their death, clawed hands, rising to choke an enemy even as the hand grew cold. The hatred bred within the orgy of blood was fierce, a pounding holocaust, bullets, knives, arrows, blood soaked ground. The death even effected the sickly dry air, making it humid with blood, dirty with the blood of warriors and women, soldiers and children, lynching men and baby boys. It was horrific, but Grace watched. Someone needed to see the depths to which the hearts hate could descend. There was a memory that needed to be preserved. One could never forget this day. Three hours after the first cannon had roared out, crying for the bloodletting to begin, the last knife was plunged, two men grappled with one another, tearing and biting, one held upon the other’s throat, the other grasped wildly for a knife. The choked man died, the other, from exhaustion fell upon the knife, blade piercing breast. After the silence had disgorged itself for creepy moments, nothing moving below, save fire swallowing up buildings, Gracie went forward. The horse didn’t want to go forward, into the town, filled with stenches and stains, in fact Grace didn’t want to enter there either, but they were able to coax and cajole themselves into the dead town."
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