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ALT Proto-cover of ITN - a pencil sketch showing Sareb and Kuya, sitting, Kuya holding Sareb, but Kuya is looking desolately off to the side, and Sareb is looking at his face questioningly
ALT Last page of my writing this November. He wondered how much he should tell Ari himself, eventually decided to come at it from the opposite direction - to find out how much Ari knew. He dressed and went to Ari's rooms.(Finds Ari looking at the paintings, which have been shuffled around) (And with Astra, since Astra seems to know "everything," he decides to be blunt and try to break through Astra's façade) (circled: 65) Nov. 30: (circled: 1039) November total: (circled: 51,029) YATTTAAA!!
ALT Sky swayed above, gray clouds scratched by masts. The deck lifted and rolled, ropes and wood creaked. The breeze was strong, fresh, sails billowing like clouds, clouds scudding along like so many sails. The crew around him, dark forms clustered like so many rats. Tattered clothes, dirty fingernails. He couldn’t make out their faces. Couldn't focus. Their voices were carried away by the snapping of the wind and sails. Rough hands on his arms, those meaty hands that hauled the heaviest lines on the ship. They pushed him toward the center of the ship, his feet slipping and stumbling on the smooth planks. They continued holding him once there. His legs pooled under him, he crumpled in their grip, water lapping at the sky on all sides. The sky was all he could see. Rushing in his ears - the wind, or perhaps just his own blood -obscured the captain's words. He could only make out snatches. "Unnatural magics" The masts seemed to criss-cross, scraping open the clouds, stirring them to a roil.
ALT "outlawed in this realm" The sky boiled, cracked with lightning and thunder. "danger to himself and others" A waterfall of seabirds poured from the rift in the clouds, black against the gray glow of the sky, like a swarm of bats. “Unnatural acts" Murmuring around him, as if the ship were full of ghosts. Ragged like tattered sails. "punishable by death.” The hands on his arms clamped tighter,
ALT My word count graph - in the top left it says 1,667 for average daily words. Also 13-day streak and overall progress 21,666 words
ALT My word count graph, which should have risen steadily to a peak at Nov. 15-16, but instead there's a spike on Nov. 4, a bulge from Nov. 7-11, a dip (but not below par) on Nov. 12 and a little upward bump yesterday (Nov. 13)
ALT My word count graph, which should have a steady upward trend, but has a bulge over the past four days because I've been writing over goal