Cut.

Chop, chop, chop.

Don’t need this.  :throws chapters over her shoulder:  And this.  And this.

Chop chop.

If novel was a body, Kate 4 would be dismembered.

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On the forum there is serious tauntage going on by the winners of the LOL caption contest, who are now in the possession of Curran POV snippet.

The snippet will eventually be posted for all, but meanwhile I bring you a tiny snippet.

The mound exploded.  Chunks of dirt pelted the snow.  Solomon lunged at me, laughing.

I dodged and carved at his side.  Slayer sliced a narrow line just under Solomon’s ribs.  Red gushed.

Solomon whipped about and backhanded me.  The punch smashed into my chest.  I flew, slid through the snow, and crashed against something.  Cold sliced my right side, as if someone thrust an icicle into my kidney.  My lungs burned.  Colored circles swam before my eyes.  I must’ve hit my head.

I squinted – the body of a broken golem.   Warm sticky liquid wet my side.  I wanted a shower to wash it off…  Yep, definitely hit my head.

“Shake it off,” {censored} said.  “Come on.  Up you go.”

I jerked myself free.  The golem’s spear jutted out, propped by its corpse and its spearhead was red with my blood.  Just what I need.

“Did your eyes clear yet?”

“Hold your horses.  I’m coming.”  Yeah, not so much.

“From where I stand, you’re just breathing laboriously.”

The snow swam in and out of focus.  “Breathing hard.  Are you coming or just breathing hard.  You’ve got to get your one liners straight.”

“Thanks.  I’ll remember that.”