Saturday is rapidly approaching, which means I need to get my SFFSat on! When last we saw our young priestess, Mirian had gotten the knife from the high priest, purified it, and was holding the tip against the palm of her hand. Let’s see where this goes from here. For more awesome stories, look here!
I plunged the knife through my hand. Pain seared up my arm and through my body. My breath caught. My heart stuttered. The blade nicked a bone, then sliced through a tendon. My index finger curled in against the handle. Half my hand went numb and cold as the blade severed the nerve. Blood slid down the steel protruding from the back of my palm, clinging to the tip before forming drops. Each one dripped into the bowl with a sticky splat.
There you go! Blood spilled and sacrifice made. If you like what you see, the book is available on amazon via the My Book! tab above. See you next week!