Marathon it is.
If I didn’t have a very full day planned for tomorrow, I would totally stay up and see if I can knock off the final scene of this part. As it stands, I’ll have to call it a night after only 4,441 words.
Favorite line: “So that’s where the fucking naga went.” Surprise naga for the win!
(Do me a favor and forget about the naga by the time the book comes out next year. Otherwise it won’t be a surprise.)
Edited to add: Eh, screw it. Sleep is for the weak. And this way I’ll get to kick back properly tomorrow night.
Edit 2: 5,731, and that’s Part Two in the bag. I’ll probably have to fix the end of that scene — it went a bit woppy-jawed after I decided to postpone the Giant Screaming Match until the beginning of Part Three — but whatever. I’m putting this thing, and myself, to bed.
P.S. — 86,040 words of book.