I crossed 32,000 words in my NaNoWriMo novel last night, so I figured it was time to share a little sample of it with everyone. This is an unedited passage from the novel. NaNoWriMo raw! So please disregard the fact that I actually wrote a sentence that states:
the grungy wall lit in a glean of shine from the dim candlelight
Anyway, this particular scene introduces a couple of my antagonists – Salt and Coral. They are both in the dungeon underneath the castle in the Kingdom of Lyte.
Her bright orange eyes nearly consumed him with her stare. “Do you not know how to talk, Shiny?”
Salt turned his back to her and gazed on the grungy wall lit in a glean of shine from the dim candlelight in the dungeon.
“C’mon, Shiny. Don’t leave me to talk to myself. I will, you know? I’m just makin’ converse. Need somethin’ to listen to ‘sides this silence.”
Salt said nothing to the strange woman. He adjusted the kerchief that covered his mouth and brushed off his thick tan canvas pants and tan denim jacket. The floor of the dungeon was covered in a strange dust that was beginning to upset his lungs. The kerchief would keep most of it out, but it wasn’t the perfect or most ideal garment. He would have done much better with a respirator mask.
“Look, I don’t know why you’re in here. Why are you in here? I’m here ‘cause I stole some bread. What can I say? I was hungry. I’m still hungry. Do you think they will feed us in here? I could really go for some beef. Do you think they have beef?”
Salt wanted nothing more than to shut the woman up. Telling her wouldn’t do it, and besides, Salt didn’t want to speak unless he had to. He wasn’t sure where he was, or what he was doing here. He awoke in a ship that had crash landed on this planet. Some ‘ambassadors’ from the kingdom brought him here, and when he couldn’t answer the question of who he was, he was tossed here into the dungeon.
“Are you hungry? Why aren’t you answering me? I just want to know if you’re hungry. Maybe we can convince them to give us some food.”
Salt noticed a small rat scurrying underneath piles of straw that were scattered across the floor of the dungeon. He reached out with his gloved hands and tried to grab hold of it, managing to pinch the animal’s tail before it slipped out of his grip and vanished through a very small hole in the stone wall.
Interesting, Salt thought. There’s a way out of here after all.