Tuesday, December 25, 2012

RESCUE~Chapter 6

Finally, chapter 6. Goodness, just when I think I'll have time to write...ha! lol. Anyways! It was really, really hard for me to focus during the first half of this chapter, so it came out feeling very forced. Can you please tell me what you think of the conversation with Buckeimer, Nateel and Derek? And also...I'm trying to make them seem differen when they talk since they're supposed to be speaking in German so I'm using a bit more "proper" grammar for them. ...does that work? Or does it come out cheesy/cheap sounding?
Oh...and how's the action in the woods, please? Suggestions of any kind would be so awesome. thanks!



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Chapter 6


“Colonel Sael, Chief Radeeb is on the phone for you in the next room.”
Sael rose, straightening his suit while taking a deep breath and shot a glare at Buckeimer as he exited the room.
Derek stood by the window and watched Nateel pace back and forth on the elaborately woven carpet in the grand room while Buckeimer lounged in an easy chair and puffed on his cigar.
“You don't need to be so anxious, my friend,” the general said to the island native. “Radeeb will see that he has no choice but to agree to my terms and your home will be safe. Relax.”
Nateel turned on his heel and look across the room at the fat German, then walked across the room and stood in front of him. “General, do you not see?”
“What?”
“Sir, my entire family is on the island! My mother, brothers and sister. My wife is dead and I have seven children. All but my oldest son are very young and they are all innocent. They, my family and everyone at my home, have done nothing! Would you punish them for our chief's choice if he decides to appose you? They don't deserve to die. Not like this.”
Derek watched Buckeimer's expression graven as he leaned forward in his chair, setting the cigar down in an ashtray on the table next to him. “Listen to me, Nateel. I don't work for people. I don't work for money. I don't work for land. I work for power and nothing else.”
“Power should be used for people, General. Not against them. Anyone who thinks otherwise shouldn't be given it.”
“I am not going to be given it, islander! I am taking it. That is the only way to really get anything and anyone who is in my way will either get out on their own or will or be forced out. Am I not clear enough?”
Nateel nodded and sank down on the couch next to him, resting his head in his hands. “I think I am beginning to understand.”
“The sooner, the better.” Buckeimer leaned back in his chair and picked his cigar back up to puff on it. Then he turned and looked back at Derek. “Come over here, Hollister.”
Derek shifted before walking over to stand beside the general's chair.
“Sit. Sit. You are a guest here right now, not a servant. So, tell me,” he said as Derek took a seat on the other end of Nateel's couch.
“What, sir?” He glanced uneasily at the native who sat with his head still rested in his hands and his shoulders slumped.
Buckeimer cleared his throat and said, “What do you think? Should someone only have power if they are going to waste it by being pushed around by those under him? Does that sound like power to you, boy?”
Derek stared at the ground for a minute, wrinkling his eyebrows together and folding his hands in his lap, then he glanced over at Nateel again and back at the General saying, “I believe it can be power, sir. But there are many kinds of power and many kinds of leaders.”
Buckeimer shifted with a chuckle and said, “Do elaborate.”
The young German cleared his throat and rubbed his sweaty palms together, pondering whether or not he should appose the General's obvious opinion on the matter. He looked over to see Nateel looking intently at him and their gazes locked for a moment before Derek dropped his and shifted it back to Buckeimer. Taking a deep breath, he said, “Well, sir. I believe that, well, it seems to me that-”
“Spit it out, boy! You've been taught to speak your mind with confidence! I hope our program did better than this.”
Derek nodded and resumed, looking the old man firmly in the eyes, “General, I believe that real power in the hands of a real leader is not being able to control as many people on as much land as possible. A real leader will swallow his pride and show real power by doing what is best for his people by ignoring what anyone else might say. Otherwise, he has no real power, but is simply a slave to his own will and the pressure from those who think they know what they are talking about when, in reality, they know nothing more than narcissism and are little more than prisoners to themselves and their ideas. That...is what I don't see as power, sir.”
“Where did you learn that kind of talk, soldier?”
Derek rubbed his hands together again and looked over at Nateel who's eyes were red with tears. “I-I was never taught it, sir. It-I have read and thought a lot in my years in the compound and it seems to me that-”
“What do you know?” Buckeimer said, waving his hand in disgust. “You're just a boy, barely a man! You've had no life experience. You have clearly not interacted with enough people. And perhaps-” He sat back and stroked his fat chin.
“Perhaps what, General?” Derek squeezed his hands together in his lap so that his knuckles turned white.
“Perhaps-” he looked over at his young comrade. “Are these your real thoughts on the matter, Hollister?”
Derek swallowed and leaned forward. Taking a deep breath he looked back at Nateel who was, once more, staring hard at him, he nodded and said, “Yes, sir. They are.”
“Very well.” Buckeimer brought his cigar back up to his mouth and puffed smoke into the air as he stared into space. “Perhaps you're not ready after all.”


~R~

Melody felt the blood drain from her face as the two gunman approached Jason and one of them patted him down, pulling his large pocket knife from his pants then motion with his rifle. “Put your hands on your head and get on your knees.”
“Jason!” She jumped up and stood, frozen as the youngest of the men snapped his aim at her.
“Don't move, Melody!” Her brother screamed, twisting around on his knees with his hands folded on top of his head. Then he looked back at the tallest and oldest member of the trio and said, “Let her go. Tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it, but just let her go. She doesn't know anything.”
“Like heck, we'll let her go!” The young man said, lowering his rifle and walking towards her. “Check it out, Max! Didn't see this coming, did we? Hottie!”
“Shut up, James!” The old man replied. “Just grab her and come on. We've got to get out of here before the rest of them come. They'll be looking for them and I don't intend to be here.”
James began to walk towards her and she took a step back as panic swelled in her chest. “Jason?”
“Do what they say, Mel.” He twisted around again to look at her. “They won't hurt you. Just do exactly as they say.”
The boy began to grab her arm, but slipped his hand around her waste and she saw him wink at her. She kicked his leg and stomped her foot like a three year old, screaming, “Don't touch me, you maggot!”
“Melody!” Jason whispered.
James laughed and grabbed her arm. “It's okay, sweetheart, I can't do anything while I'm on duty.”
She gritted her teeth as he led her over next to Jason who stood up with his hands still on his head.
“Jason, what is going on?”
“Be quiet. Don't talk. Just follow.” He looked at her out of the corner of his eye, but it was a cold, hard look.
She swallowed down the lump in her throat and nodded.
“Hey Max, how about I take care of her? I couldn't handle the dude.”
Max yanked Jason by the arm and began walking. “Whatever. Just no funny business. Got it?”
“Oh, yeah. Of course, of course.” James pulled Melody forward and began walking behind his leader as he leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Not too much funny business that is. Right honey? Not while I'm on duty anyways.”
She cringed and twisted her arm as she trudged along next to him, trying to make him loosen his grasp on her, but he only drew it tighter, sending pain shooting up and down it.
She could hear Max muttering something ahead, but couldn't tell if he was talking to Jason or himself.
“I'll take good care of you, Melody.” James stepped closer to her as they walked. “You'll be like my little pet. Won't that be fun?”
She didn't respond, but just looked up at the treetops, squinting to make out their shape in the dark.
“Hey, come on. Talk to me.” He soothed, leaning his head closer to hers. “I'm not going to hurt you.”
“Hit the dirt!” Max screamed dropping to the ground and pulling Jason with him.
Melody looked up to see a bright blue light burst out of nowhere just before James slammed her to the ground.
A deep voice boomed from in front of them. “Send them both over and nobody gets hurt!”
James wrapped his arm around Melody's waste and pulled her close to him.
Max shouted back, “You'll have to come and get them, first! And if you try to shoot us, you'll be shooting right at them!”
Melody glanced down at the knife in her captor's belt. She looked up, squinting in the bright blue light and saw what must have been a dozen or more men positioned with guns of different shapes and sizes in front of several large military vehicles.
“Don't you dare make a sound,” James whispered directly into her ear.
She shifted under his grasp and laid her hand right next to his knife. Opening her fist, she laid her fingertips on the knife handle and was just grasping it, preparing to pull it out when a gun shot rang out and she snapped her gaze up to see Jason jump to his feet and run into the group of men.
Max cursed and jumped up shooting three rounds at them before he turned and ran back, snatching Melody up and screaming for James to follow.
She let her feet drag, trying to slow them down, then yanked back and ripped herself free, falling to the ground for a split second before she sprang to her feet and darted towards the crowd of soldiers.
Max yelled at her and she looked back to see him and James running towards her. She screamed and quickened her pace, but it wasn't enough and she felt a hand land on her shoulder, snatching her back and slamming her on the ground. She felt her head smash against something hard and everything flashed bright white as a chorus of shouts rose in the air. She scrambled to her feet and stumbled back, falling to the ground again, overtaken by dizziness. The bright blue light faded to gray and the trees swirled around her. Then she felt her heart rate decrease and she closed her eyes as everything went black.

Monday, December 17, 2012

RESCUE~Chapter 5

How's the action in this chapter? Does it sound like it's coming from a kid's book? Honest? And...are the characters coming across as shallow? How's the flow of everything? Any other thoughts, PLEASE? Thanks!


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Chapter 5

Melody heard a gunshot, followed by a shout, break out from her pursuer as she jumped and then the muted sound of rushing water as the river engulfed her.
She opened her eyes, but it did her little good in the murky water. All she could see was dark brown and sparse bits of sunlight shining down.
She kicked down to keep herself from floating to the top until she could swim far enough away to be out of sight of the gunman. She was thankful for her swimming classes now and that she'd kept up her practice every week, but she knew that wouldn't do her much good if she couldn't get a breath in soon. The suction of the water around her body weighed down on her chest, making her lungs feel like balls of led and she gritted her teeth as she continued to pull and kick at the water, trying to ignore the burning pain of her lungs.
It seemed like forever before she couldn't take it any more and finally shot herself to the surface, sucking in a labored breath before she'd fully emerged and breathing in almost as much water as air. She sputtered and choked, coughing up water and still treading against the strong current.
Her lungs burned more and more every time she tried to breathe in or stroke with her arms, but she continued to do both of them steadily as she looked around to see that she had apparently lost her attacker. Either she'd been able to out-swim him, or he'd given up. Or that gunshot hadn't come from him...
“Hey!” Someone shouted from the shore.
She started and looked over, coughing up another mouthful of water and going under again for a minute. When she came back up, she saw a man dive into the river and begin to swim towards her.
Panic surged through her and she rolled back over and began swimming as fast as she could down the river.
She kicked and squirmed through the water and allowed the current to drag her as fast as it could, but it did her little good. In less than a minute, she felt a hand grasp her ankle and yank her back.
She turned and used the man who held her leg to push down and shoot herself up out of the water and fall back down on him. She smacked and punched and kicked like an animal, climbing on his shoulders to get leverage over him and tried to suck in air. But she could hear herself wheezing even over the sound of the river and she felt her head buzzing as everything flashed in and out of focus.
“Melody!” The man screamed, gurgling water as she pushed him down. “Melody! Stop! It's me, Jason!”
She relaxed and let herself slide off of his shoulders and, holding onto them instead, leaned over into the water coughing and choking in air.
Looking up she let out a laugh that was really more of a sob as she recognized her brother.
He grabbed her around the waste and began to swim towards the shore, practically dragging her behind him.
She hadn't realized until now, how cold the water was and she began to shiver as Jason dragged her up into the shallower water. She scraped her toes against the ground and scrambled until she could rest her whole foot on the slimy sand and stumble to the shore.
Jason released his grip on her and stood up, bending over and resting his hands on his knees, breathing heavily.
Melody fell on her stomach with her feet still in the water. She crossed her arms and rested her forehead against them, choking in air and coughing up water every couple of breaths.
“What happened?” Jason asked, kneeling next her and helping her sit up.
She shook her head and coughed again, spitting a trail of thick mucous onto the sandy ground.
“Okay, just breathe. Breathe.” He knelt in front of her. “Is your inhaler back in the truck?”
She shook her head. “I left it at home.”
“How many times have I told you-”
“Jason, please. I'm fine,” she nodded and sucked in a good, deep breath. “I'm okay. I don't need it.”
Jason gritted his teeth and wrinkled his eyebrows together, then nodded slowly. “Okay. Can you walk?”
“Of course I can walk.” She jumped up and realized that was a stupid move as everything flashed black and she stumbled a step backwards.
“Just rest for-”
“No.” She shook her head, blinking everything back into focus. “I'm fine. Come on, we've got to get back to the truck and get home. Please, let's just go home.”
Jason nodded and began to walk back towards the treeline. “Okay.”
They climbed up the short bank and into the woods and Melody groaned as she looked down at her bare feet. “Who was that?”
“I-I don't know. Not for sure.”
“What do you mean, not for sure? You know something.”
He shook his head. “No. Come on, we've got to find the truck before it gets dark.” He stepped in front of her and began working his way through the trees at a slow jog.
“Jason, wait!” Melody ran up to him and grabbed his arm. “I was almost freaking killed back there! You can't just shake your head and not tell me anything! What the heck is going on? Does it have anything to do with Dad and his business that's always none of our business?”
“I told you I don't know for sure!” Jason screamed.
Melody took a step back and cringed. He never yelled at her. “Okay. Then-what-when-”
“Just don't ask questions, okay?”
She shook her head. “I don't understand.”
Jason looked up at the treetops and let out a long breath. “Neither do I.”
She nodded and sighed. “Okay.” Letting her head droop, she began to walk on through the woods and heard Jason close behind her, scuffling through the brush.
They had no sense of direction, not knowing how far down the river they'd gone or in what way the road that the truck was on even lay and to make matters worse, the sun was beginning to go down.
Melody walked on, hugging herself and trying to keep herself from shaking as much as she could. Adrenaline still shot through her entire body and her red hair and cut off jeans were soaked and her wet shirt clung to her, chilling her to the bone. “Jason?” She said, turning around to see him still kicking his way along, staring at the ground.
“What?” He looked up and walked forward.
“Do you have any idea where we are going?”
He stopped and looked around, taking a breath in and slowly letting it out, then shaking his head. “Nope.”
Melody let out a choked laugh and raised her eyebrows, saying, “Well, you don't sound too worried about it.”
He shrugged and kept walking forward, passing her and not even looking back. He just kicked at the ground every few steps, his head remaining bowed.
“What is wrong with you?”
He didn't reply, but continued with his mechanical walk.
“Jason!” Melody ran up to him and grab his shoulder, spinning him around.
He looked down at her and she caught the glisten of tears in his eyes.
“Jay, what's going on? What's wrong?”
Jason shook his head and swallowed hard. “Mel, listen. If I tell you, you can't tell anyone. You can't even talk to me about it, okay? Don't-just-trust me when I say you can't talk to anyone about it. It's-this is a matter of life and death. Do you understand?”
Melody felt the blood drain from her face, then her heart began pounding in her throat and she swallowed down urge to cry. “No,” she almost laughed. “I don't understand! This is too sudden. Too-”
“It's time to grow up, Melody. Okay? You can't be a little girl about this. This is an adult matter. I mean, this is beyond an adult matter. There's no room for childish reactions here. Got it? You're eighteen, not twelve. Start acting like it.”
“What the heck has gotten into you?”
“Do you want me to tell you what's going on or not?” He asked, gazing firmly into her eyes.
“You're not even acting like-”
“Melody! There's no room for that. Stop it and listen to me.” He paused, then proceeded slowly. “Do you understand?”
“I-I-yeah, I mean-yes. Yes.” She nodded and glanced nervously at the ground. “Okay.” She looked back up at him and nodded again. “Go ahead.”
Jason stared hard into the distance for a minute then looked back down at his sister. “This does have to do with Dad. I didn't even know about it until a few months ago.”
“Why didn't I know?”
“Don't ask questions. Just listen.” Jason reached into his back pocket and pulled a piece of paper from it. It was damp from the river, but he unfolded it and handed it to Melody.
She held it up and strained in the dimming light to read it, then shook her head. “It's just a picture of a blue X.”
Jason nodded. “Exactly. It's a mission launch call.”
“What?” She wrinkled her face in a perplexed expression.
“Do you remember Dad mentioning that he might have to go to Germany for an extended period of time a few months ago?”
Melody nodded.
“Well, there's...there's something big going on over there. I can't tell you all about it, but I think we're more involved than we realize.”
“Involved in what?”
Jason kicked at a pine cone and swayed from stomped his feet lightly like an nervous horse.
“Jason. Involved in what?”
“Okay,” he said. “There is a German general named Fredrick Buckeimer. He's like...like a second Hitler or something, only his plans are much quicker and deadlier to a lot more people.”
Melody shook her head. “I don't understand.”
“It-” Jason stopped and snapped his gaze up, past Melody.
“What is it?” She looked behind her.
“Duck!” Jason grabbed the back of her head and slammed her on the ground next to him.
A boom rang out and something smacked into the earth ahead of them.
“Get up! Run! Run!” Jason grabbed Melody by the arm and yanked her to her feet, not even giving her time to get her balance before he began to drag her along.
She scrambled to get her feet underneath her and broke into a full out run, keeping close to Jason.
He reached back and grabbed her hand, whipping her up in front of him and giving her a push. “Run! Don't stop!”
“Where are you going?” She screamed, obeying his orders.
“I'll be right behind you, just run!”
A thousand thoughts raced through Melody's mind almost as fast as she was running. Her breathing was getting labored again and she could feel her legs growing weaker. No, she told herself. Knock it off and run. She forced herself to focus on the rhythm of her feet as the pounded onto the rough ground, each step sending her deeper and deeper into the forest.
Another shot rang out and she heard a shout. She looked back to see Jason grab his arm and stumble to the ground.
“Jay!” She shrieked, turning back to him.
“Keep going!” He shouted at her, picking himself back up and running towards her. “Don't stop!”
She continued to run and glanced back at him again. She couldn't tell if he was hurt badly or not, the light was growing dimmer and dimmer and she could barely see her way through the trees let alone Jason's wounded arm.
Her heart roared in her chest, sending a pulse through her entire body, climaxing in her head where it pounded so loud that she could barely hear anything else.
She coughed and continued to choke in air as she ran.
She looked up to see if there was a break in the trees and any way to tell her way out of the woods, but before she could tell, she slammed into something and fell on back, slamming her head against the ground.
She lay stunned for a minute and blinked as a shadow rose over her. The shadow of a large man. He reached down and grabbed her hand, pulling her up and setting her on her feet.
Screaming, she kicked at the man and tried to pull herself free from his grasp, but he held tightly to her.
“Jason!” She shouted, looking back. The sound of footsteps were heard pounding towards them and in an instant her brother was beside her, grabbing her arm and pulling her towards him.
The other man released her without resistance and Melody threw her arms around her Jason.
“It's okay, Mel. It's okay. He's a friend.”
She looked back and up at the man who stood over them, a full head taller than Jason. She could just barely make out his face in the moonlight and saw that he wasn't glaring or scowling at them at all, but she still held tightly to her brother.
Their new comrade reached out and said, “Come on, we've got to-”
But, before he could finish his sentence another gunshot rang out and he crumpled to the ground as three other men ran up behind them.
Jason forced Melody down and ran at them, but skidded to a stop just a few feet in front of them as they all raised pistols and held them level with his chest.

RESCUE~Chapter 4

This is the first chapter I've written in a while, obviously. I couldn't write for a while then...today...IDK...just came out pretty easily and I think I like how I've been able to roll some things together that make it all come together better in my mind. I'd love thoughts on this chapter, please. Does it hold your attention? Or do I lose you at any point? And if so, where? There was a gap between Derek in chapter 2 and 4 since chapter 3 focused on Melody and Jason, so...if none of this makes sense, it may help to go back and read the other chapters. On...and one last thing, I decided to just make it two dark skinned, foreigners instead of the origonal four who meet Derek and the General. Thanks!


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Chapter 4


Derek fell back against his seat as the General's word's echoed in his mind, “If we are ever going to launch the Fellcamp Mission, it's now or never.”
He forced himself to listen to the rest of the conversation to be sure he'd actually heard what the General said. Something like this couldn't afford to be mistaken for something else.
The old General puffed cigar smoke into the air, filling the limousine with a sweet smell that made Derek nauseous. He never could get used to that kind of smoke.
One of the dark skinned men leaned forward, resting his folded hands on the table in the middle of the car and let out a forced cough. “We thought you were coming to hold a meeting to discuss the possibility of a Code Blue.”
Buckeimer laughed, setting the cigar down on a rest. “Gentlemen, really. Do you think I would have come this far, this fast with this little if we were simply going to discuss the idea of this?”
“This may not be the best time, General.” The other of the dark skinned men, who Derek noticed to be very small, said.
“The time is now, Nateel!” The German slammed his fist down on the table. “This is the only time for it! Everything is lined up. The charts all match perfectly. And if we don't do it now...” He broke himself off in the middle of his sentence and leaned back again with a pained expression in his face.
“What is it, General?” Nateel asked.
“Nothing.” The old man shook his head, the fat under his chin jiggling like jello. “This is the only time to make it work. As I said before, it is now or never. I need you men to trust me.” He glanced around at each of the faces, surprising Derek by looking at him too and holding his gaze for a moment. “The boy is ready. No matter how much I will always doubt any and every man on this earth, I know that the boy is as ready as any of them could be. He will make this work.”
“Sir,” the larger of the foreign men leaned forward, reaching for a bottle that sat in the middle of the table and proceeding to poor himself a glass of the drink. “It is not that we doubt you, but our chief is no longer certain the the benefit for us would outweigh the enormous risk factor that we did not know of until last week.”
“Radeeb need not fear for his people or his island,” Buckeimer said, picking his cigar back up. “Their safety will be as ensured as that of the German nation's.”
“How can we be sure?”
“No man can be sure of anything in life, Sael. This is where you must trust me.”
Nateel leaned forward again and shook his head. “It is too risky. Radeeb won't consent without more proof that you and your men will do all in their power to ensure the safety of our people and land.”
“Have we not done enough?” Buckeimer shouted. “We have already kept your island secret from any sort of satellite or tracking device. As far as the entire world is concerned, your island doesn't even exist! You're the invisible people! How much more of a guarantee does your chief need? Do you have any idea what kind of money and technology it takes to do something like that?”
“Allow me to point out, General,” Sael said, “that all of this has been done in such a way as to make this mission of yours most convenient for you. It is hard to see the sacrifice from our point of view since, without our island and it's...invisible qualities, your precious Fellcamp Mission would never work
“I can't believe what I am hearing!” Buckeimer slammed his hand down on the table again. “If it had not been for us finding your island when we had, it would have been blown to pieces in our test launches on the United States! Our missiles would have ripped right through the core of your little piece of land and nobody would have been any the wiser! We have had to reconfigure our entire system, which is no small task I might add, to keep you safe!”
Nateel broke in calmly, but with a firmness that Derek would not have suspected from a man of such small stature. “Do not forget, Buckeimer, that this became the case only when you realized that our island would expand your plan to more than just America. That it would allow you to begin a true world domination and, not only this, but that our island was set up perfectly for you to build your compounds and training camps on. Not to mention the fact that, with our island being invisible to the rest of the world, you could hide there and be virtually impenetrable without having to build any sort of armor, except that which is needed to protect the force-field.”
“With you by my side! With Radeeb as my equal in power! We are not enemies! We are allies with the same dreams!”
“This is your dream, General.” Nateel kept a firm gaze fixed on the now trembling German. “Radeeb's is to simply better his land and his people's life. We have lived off the land for quite some time very comfortably. The only time we have ever had rumor of war or any kind of real trouble was when you came into the picture with your plans.”
Buckeimer opened his mouth to reply, but Sael cut in before he could say anything.
“I'm sorry, General. But, Radeeb has instructed us to inform you that we are pulling our support and thus, the land and people we have supplied for you. We can not, do not, and will not aid you in this bloodthirsty endeavor.”
Derek saw Buckeimer's face grow red as he said, through clenched teeth, “It seems that you forget that I have nearly as many people on your island as you do. And mine have weapons much more advanced than your hunting rifles and cross bows. I could simply begin with your little island as a practice run in my tactics for world domination.” He leaned back in his seat and resumed puffing in his cigar again. “Give that to Chief Radeeb to chew on.”


Resuming Rescue

Well, no...it has not been a year. And yes...I am getting back to writing. My reasons are...well...mainly things I don't want to say on the WWW. But, nothing has changed from what I said in my last post on this blog, but I have thought and prayed for a little while now about getting back to my book, as well as talking to three people that I very much trust their thoughts on the matter (I trust their thoughts on just about all matters, actually) and they all thought it would be a good idea for me to write again. So...to keep this from getting long, I have decided to get back to writing. I thought about restarting Rescue, or starting a new book altogether, however I have decided to just continue with Rescue and go back to do some minor editing. For one...I think I may cut out the subplot with Samuel, but I'm not 100% sure on that. I'm going to pace myself...or at least try to pace myself. So...I'll try not to be writing two or three chapters a day.

I've written chapter 4 an will post that in a post above this one.