“A Question of Heresy”
That’ll do as a working title, and possibly a permanent one.
Qoress is not happy that I made him drink someone else’s spit.
Got derailed for a good chunk of time this evening, but good progress on the whole; I did about 1800 words today. Dude whose name I still don’t like is onstage (it was his spit, but to be fair, he drank Qoress’ in return), and the moral dilemmas will come fast and thick now.
I’ve noticed a strong tendency to skip over things in this story. It’s a technique I’m still mastering, I think. Certainly there are virtues in describing intervening events, but those virtues are mostly native to the land of novels; in this case, I think it’s a good course of action to skip them. Mind you, we’ll see what my readers think when this story is done. Might be I’m wrong. It’s happened before. (And it was called “On the Feast of the Firewife.” I still need to go back and write the damned in-law scenes for that.)
Bedtime now. More story tomorrow.