I’m back with another Work-In-Progress Wednesday. I’ll admit that the writing has been a bit scant this last week. I’ve been ill thanks to a UTI that went to my kidneys and severe dehydration from the resulting fever. But after an ER trip following a black out, I’m back on my feet and getting back to my normal schedule. Due to this, today’s post is a little shorter on the selection since it’s all I’ve been able to write since I got sick. But hey, some progress is better than none, right? Right.
Anyway, today’s excerpt is a continuation from last week’s excerpt in On Anarchy’s Wings. It picks up where the last one left off with Sibhor having opened the trap door to the temple library and Til falling in.
Straightening, Sibhor tested the first step. No traps sprung and the step held firm. Holding his breath, he put his weight on it and tested the next step. Again, it proved safe. When he’d descended the rest of the stairs safely, he released a heavy sigh. Hurrying to where Til lay groaning, Sibhor crouched at his side. He steadied himself with a hand on the dust-laden stones beneath them. “Til?”
Til was clutching his leg, but he forced a smile as he looked up at Sibhor and the torch that now illuminated the dark underground chamber. “Sorry I wasn’t more quick on my feet, Captain.”
“No, it’s I who should apologize since I triggered the trapdoor with you standing above the entrance.” Sibhor put a hand on Til’s shoulder. “Do you think you’ll be able to walk if we help you?”
Til grimaced. “Sure, but I’ll just slow you down.”
“I won’t leave you behind.” Sibhor stood and looked around for a bracket to store the torch. Finding one by the left wall at the bottom of the stairs, he hooked it in and looked back up the steps at the men waiting above. “It’s safe to come down, but leave one or two men at the entrance to guard in case anything tries to come in after us.”
“You really think we’ll get our answers down here, sir?” Til’s voice shook with pain.
Sibhor glanced back at him. “I don’t know, but I trust Aeanor’s judgment. If he thinks we will, I’d say there’s a good chance we will.”
“I hope so, sir.” Til gritted his teeth. “When we leave this place—” He tried to sit up, pain etched into every line of his face. “When we do, you have to leave me, sir. It’s too dangerous out there as it is without a man who can’t run or fight.”
Sibhor turned to watch the rest of the men tromp down the last few steps. They saluted and he nodded to them. Torin and Ifan had stayed upstairs to guard the entrance. The rest of the men blinked back at him, awaiting orders. He pivoted on his heel and strode back to Til. Helping the injured man to his feet, he sighed. “I’m not leaving you behind, Til. I’m not leaving anyone behind unless there’s no other choice.”
And there you have it. That’s all I’ve written so far this week. Hopefully, you guys are a little better off writing-wise this week than I am, but if not, hey, life happens! So, as always, feel free to share what you’ve been up to in the comments. I’d love to hear from you all!