As always, there are casualties.
I'm not going to lie, it wasn't easy going all backspace on this chapter's ass, but it's for the good of the book. AND it will make a killer extra when we're promoting TLTB. And because you guys put up with all of our random, we decided to post just a tiny little bit of it for you today.
Are you ready? Here it goes...a couple paragraphs of a deleted scene from The Lies That Bind....
These were never good meetings. They were called last minute, riskier than the ones we held in the dark, under the ground. We weren’t even all together, but mixed and separated by non-members and members alike. The code wasn’t perfect, but it worked, delivered important messages about how we should proceed. And they almost always followed some sort of emergency.
Praesedi, our president, would begin eating, our cue. The message originated at the table where SAT prep books were scattered and kids quizzed each other for upcoming exams. Secretum, our secretary, sat at this table, pouring over homework like the rest of them. But today the goal wasn’t to commit five new vocabulary words to memory, today was Commemoro. The Relay.
So...yeah. We spent our long weekend stress eating and killing our darlings. How about you guys?