Sadly, I’ve been away for a couple weeks, but I’m back now and ready to post another ten sentences. We last saw our priestess with a knife jammed through her hand, waiting to hear from her goddess.
This has been a while in the making, but I think it came out pretty good overall. This started as a “first sentence” writing prompt, and evolved into Sarintha’s history.
WARNING! There are spoilers here. Don’t read this if you haven’t read the book. It won’t ruin the entire book, but it will spoil one of the plot twists that I enjoyed writing. You’ve been warned, so continue at your own risk!