Three more chapters have been written and the next has begun. This is the homestretch, just a few more and the tale is done. I'm feeling pretty good about it. I've gotten so much writing in these past few weeks and I'm still enjoying the story. I can hardly wait to share it with the world.
During these chapters, the ring repels an attack on the conquered town of Kolmas with brutal efficiency, adding the slain to its swelling ranks. Knowing more will come to avenge those that fell, sights are set next on the local magistrate's castle, its walls predicted to be invaluable in the battles to come.
Marching only at night to conceal their approach, Cat and her companions are given a day of reprieve from being dragged along with the horde of undead. Then, mistakenly showing some last shreds of defiance, Cat is given a terribly harsh lesson as to her place in the ring's vile machinations.
And now, forced to endure more horror, the siege begins.
Excerpt from chapter 22
Her left hand shook with the effort,
challenging death itself, and one by one, men began to rise. They came
to their feet as if waking from a nap, sagging and limp but rising
all the same, their mounts with them. Loose fingers clenched around spear,
sword, and shield as if in remembrance of final desperate
moments, though none uttered a word. There was only the sound of
scraping plate and jingling chain as the soldiers rose, still
dripping blood back into the many pools they left. As more found their
feet, the resistance on the spell lightened, and by the time Cat's
hand was fully extended, all who fell stood again.