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48,079 words! 1,921 left to go.

I'll post an excerpt tonight, just because what I've been working on is so Bellingham it hurts. It's a little long, and maybe not as exciting as what some of you have read so far, but here goes.

And as a note, James and Rachel are not modeled after anyone in particular, but kind of an amalgam(sp?) of people I know, so if you see something that reminds you of yourself or someone else, don't get your panties in a bunch about it. It's fiction, for God's sake.

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No updated word count yet, but I feel moved to post an excerpt.

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23,662 words so far tonight.

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Well, 19,394 words tonight. I could probably have pushed it through to 20k, but I went with Casey to pick up his pre-ordered copy of Halo 2 tonight, and he's playing it and it's very distracting. Just 700 words away from a lofty goal is fine by me... I still have a pretty comfy margin in case I get stuck. Here's the obligatory excerpt from what I wrote tonight.

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Here's an excerpt of what I've been working on today...

""When the cat's away, the ratty-rats will plaayyyy..."

The screechy disembodied voice sang into the darkness, and one by one, a hundred pairs of smolderingly manevolent eyes opened up before me. Then, out of the inky blackness came a scream, far away at first, but getting closer and louder. Louder and louder, and then loudest, the sound scraping at raw nerves. It ended abruptly, and the eyes vanished, leaving me in a black room.

In the middle of the room was a black table with two black chairs.

In one of the chairs was a young man with green eyes and long black hair. His sensuous mouth quirked up in a grin. He was dressed all in black, a high-necked jacket over a shirt and close-cut trousers. His hair was loose, framing his white skin with shining ebony. The starkness of his coloring made his green eyes more vivid.

"Hello, Rachel." He stood and extended his hand.

I placed my hand in his and he turned if over and placed a kiss on my knuckles. He looked at me and smiled. My heart thudded in my chest. I took the seat across from him. "I'm sorry..."

"Abaddon the Destroyer, Master of the Abyss. Abaddon will suffice for your purposes." He smiled again.

"Abaddon." I repeated dumbly, and looked away.

He pulled a black file from under the table with a black quill pen. In the surroundings, the paper was startlingly white. "I have been given the authority of Satan the Deciever, and have brought you here to ask you a few questions regarding the interview you had last night with one Lord Gabriel, Voice of God."

"Oh... you mean the last dream I had?" Well, I thought, that's strange.

He covered a chuckle with a polite cough. "Ahem, yes. The last dream you had. Yes."

"Well, um... he told me I had four days until the ressurection, and that by then I would have to have made my choice." As I spoke, he scribbled words I could not read in bright red ink.

"M-hmm. Anything else?" His brilliant green eyes looked up at me from beneat a fringe of black lashes.

"Not... not really. I'm paraphrasing, of course."

Abaddon made some more notes. "Alright, well that was surprisingly quick. Just a matter of protocol, you see, to make sure everything's being handled by the rules. Do you have any questions, my lady?"

"What's going on?" I asked.

He laughed, sounding gleeful. A blaze of fire sprang up around him, and when the smoke and heat shimmer cleared, he stood, naked, his white skin gleaming, and a pair of huge feathered black wings spread behind him. "The gates of the Abyss have been cast open. Now is the time for The Deciever to claim the earth that is his right. We have finally been freed."

The darkness vanished and I sat bolt upright in bed, gasping for breath. My heart hammered at my ribcage like a trapped sparrow."

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