Weekend Writing Warriors #8sunday

I am in the process of needed rewrite my novel, A Daimon Sip. I have done 2 complete drafts but it was just the start. I have been fortunate to have received lots of helpful feedback from fellow writers and a story editor which has inspired me to start on a deep rewrite. Here is the part of the new opening chapter….

“His enemies were hunting him. They had taken their time to come hunt him here in the Earth Realm. He flickered and shimmered with the golden skin of his Daimon form. He shook off the desire to transform but his anger was like a seed that grew fast and he breathed deep to dispel its little claws in his heart.

His form stabilized quickly, he could maintain his human form easily without effort or extra energy but the scent of the Ice Daimons brought back the old Naberius – the Daimon Avenger – the destroyer of Evil. He pushed that desire away. In those days, he had become the bogeyman that Daimon children whispered about. He was feared by the Daimon populace and revered by his soldiers but he lost his beliefs knee deep in his enemy’s bodies and so he crawled away, growling and snapping like a mad dog. The evil he fought in the Daimon Wars was an elusive political mirage but the Ice Daimons stalking him were no mirage. Their intent was clear. He rubbed his chest and took a deep breath.”

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