Wrote Up More

Wrote up a little more on Chapter 13 of In the Shadows.  Slowly getting this chapter done.   Just a problem of finding the muse to write up the scenes I know have to be written up to finish this chapter.  I'll probably try to work some on it on Tuesday if I don't write anything on my day off this Sunday.

I also wrote up a little more on the third book of ashes of the fallen, The Renegade.  Here is a sampling of what i wrote up.

PROLOGUE

     He would never be safe. It was that simple thought that terrified him most of all as he ran through the rain choked, muddy lanes.  He knew the rhyme and still he dared to hope that even in that legendary kingdom of mages he'd be safe if only he could reach it.  His chest hurt as he felt his heart in his throat.  Rowan heard the sound of their boots splashing in the puddles as they drew ever closer.  He knew escaping the Hounds impossible when they were so close.  He gasped as a hand shot out of the darkness and dragged him completely through the doorway he had been using as cover from the rain and Hounds.  He squirmed and bite down into the hand, and found himself thrown to the wooden floor of the house he had taken for being unoccupied.
   A cowled figure in travel worn and stained silver robe stood over him rubbing his hurt dingy silver gloved hand, "Fool...I know what  you are, and more importantly I know what hunts you in the Dark of the Night.  I have stood in the same place as you do now.  You would be wise not to bite the hand that aids you again."
   Rowan looked up with terrified eyes at this stranger.  The stranger in dirty silver robe held up a finger to his lips calling for silence.  The stranger and Rowan peeked through the shutters as a figure in black wearing long chains that connected from his wrists to his neck and from his wrists down to his feet, sniffed at the window.