Firstly, I just want to say that my Pozible campaign was a success! I reached my target with 26 minutes to spare! I’m so excited, and I can’t wait to get people their rewards! So now it’s time to finish up my final proofread/edit of my manuscript of Quest for Revenge and send it off to the editors.
Here’s an excerpt, recently rewritten, that I posted for my Pozible supporters.
A short time later, they strolled out of the armoury into the main chamber. A cluster of goblins briefly glanced at them but paid no further attention to them. Melina breathed a sigh of relief. Smearing their faces and arms with dirt and donning goblin armour seemed to be working. She resisted the urge to tear off the helmet she was wearing. Although it was the smallest one she could find, it was still far too big, even with her hair tucked in underneath. The T-shaped hole in the front hid the features of her face well, but she could only see directly in front of her. To make matters worse, the helmet smelled horribly of decay. She didn’t want to think about why. She turned her head and Glenowen entered her narrow field of vision. She didn’t think he looked much like a goblin, but surprisingly they were being completely ignored by the hundreds of real goblins swarming around them, going about their business.
Glenowen lead the way, striding purposefully across the cavern. The ground was flat and hard packed, levelled by years of pounding goblin feet. Melina followed him, trying to stride as he did and not run like her instincts told her to. Her heart pounded in her ears and nearly stopped when a relatively short goblin with a squashed nose looked right at her. They locked eyes and for a terrible moment Melina thought she had been discovered. But then a tall goblin holding a whip barked an order at the shorter one and he scurried away.
She released the breath she had been holding and her knees nearly collapsed under her in relief. She turned back to Glenowen, and froze. He was nowhere to be seen. Before her a crowd of oddly shaped, green skinned creatures walked past and around her, shoving her out of the way if their path intersected with hers. But there was no short figure ahead of her, identifiable by the way he was clearly far too small for the huge goblin armour.
She panicked, turning in circles, becoming more frustrated than ever of the limited range of vision the helmet gave her. As she whirled, she crashed into someone.
“Oi! Watch it squirt!” a harsh voice spat at her as a hairy fist appeared before her eyes. Her ears filled with a metallic ringing like a gong, and her vision swam. She fell to her knees, her head exploding with pain. She gasped, her hands clutching the sides of her helmet. Now all she could see were feet, huge and hairy, some with jagged nails and others with crusty sores oozing with pus. She staggered to her feet, struggling to find her balance under the weight of the goblin mail and armour. Goblins surged all around her, pushing her backwards, away from the mouth of the tunnel, the top of which she could just see above the horde surrounding her. She ran for it, pushing her way through, heedless of being shoved. Someone made a grab for her, but she dodged and kept running. She had to reach the tunnel. Glenowen would be there waiting for.
He will be there, he will be there, she told herself over and over again. She did not allow herself to think of any other options.
Her foot caught on something and she fell forwards, landing on her hands and knees. Her shoulder jarred and pain shot down her arm. She drew it to her chest and struggled to rise. The heavy mail and breastplate made moving so difficult.
“Hey, kid!” a voice shouted from somewhere nearby. “Whatcha doin’ wearin’ armour? Tha’s not a toy for younguns!”
A huge hand wrapped around her good arm and lifted her to her feet. She looked up into the face of a goblin so scarred its features were almost unrecognisable. Most of its nose was missing, a misshapen cavity all that remained in the middle of its face.
“You’s can come wiv me,” the goblin said firmly, its voice resonating with an oddly nasal quality due to the cavity where its nose should have been. The goblin marched off, dragging her behind it, in the opposite direction to the tunnel.