*yawns*

*growls*

Sorry. I’m still getting over my post-party crash after the Torn release party on Facebook last week. Big thanks to everyone who came out! I had so much fun chatting with all of you, and loved seeing your responses to posts.

And giving stuff away. I really like doing that, too.

And BIG, HUGE, MASSIVE thanks to those who have picked up the book, read it, reviewed it, sent me lovely messages or posted on my facebook wall, shared tweets and blog posts, or told friends to pick up the series… you’re superstars, and I’m so grateful. You make this possible.

(insert cheesy, tear-filled gratitude montage here)

For anyone who’s not familiar with what we’re doing here today, WIPpet Wednesday is when we (the WIPpeteers) post a short snippet from a work in progress that relates in some way to the date–say, eight lines from chapter four for April eighth, or 12 words for 4+8… that kind of thing. Our math can get a little zany as we try to make a passage fit the date rather than the other way around, but that’s part of the fun!

As Torn is no longer a work in progress, we’ll move on to book three today. I’ve just finished reading through what was my second draft. There are a lot of changes I want to make, big and small, before it goes to alpha readers.

But guys? It’s going to be AMAZING. It’s going to be my favourite of the three by the time it’s released, and you know I love the first two.

TITLE SPOILER AHOY

I’m going to start calling book three by its proper title here. The first intrepid readers have had a week to discover it on their own at the back of Torn. I wanted to leave that as a little surprise just for them, but all good things must come to an end. Stop reading if you want to finish Torn and find it for yourself.

We good?

Okay. So today’s WIPpet Wednesday snippet comes from chapter 35 of Sworn. Two paragraphs (8/4=2) that I think say a lot about what’s to come without giving too much away.

Rowan’s POV.

The thick forest made passage difficult, as did the exhaustion that had already drained my arms, and the black sorrow that threatened to overwhelm my heart.

I couldn’t think about what had happened, and I couldn’t think of anything else.