Best day yet on The Dragon's Nine Sons, and I just hit the halfway point in the story. That it's also the halfway point in my projected word-count is an extremely promising sign, since it suggests that I won't be running terribly short or long (though it doesn't completely rule out the possibility, sadly).

I may get a little done tomorrow, but I'm not counting on it. And then Thursday will be another Monday, effectively, which is never a good day. But I'm a little ahead of schedule as it stand, and in good shape heading into the second half, so I can't complain.

45,582 / 90,000 (50.6%)

Only the briefest of samples today. Almost an aphorism.

The first sign of trouble was the sound of bellowing rage from the lavatory. There were no circumstances in which such a noise coming from behind those doors would presage anything good.

But when Guardsman Nguyen burst out, stark naked and covered head and shoulders with blood, roaring like a bear caught in a trap, it was clear that things were about to get much worse.