Sundays aren't off days!

Inspiration struck back!

After a good nine hours night sleep, I woke up a little less tired than the previous days. 

But if inspiration was here with me today, so was the boyfriend :P

I love him a lot but yeah, gotta be honest, he can be a distraction from writing. Oh well, no matter: I had a very fun day playing like six games of Castles of Mad King Ludwig (totally awesome boardgame that my boyfriend just got for his birthday! ^_^). But in between all those games, I managed to write a little 983 words. I'm now at 57 370 words.

My awesome writing buddy Rachel and I planned a whole day of writing tomorrow as if it was still NaNo. We even set a fake par of 61k words! So we'll write together with Skype sitting between us and cheer each other on as the words pile up in our documents!
I'll let you know how that turns out! ^_^

As for an excerpt, here's a little piece of text cause it's late already and I've gotta hit the hay!
Context: after Eva fought that Cinder in the street, Ulie felt embarrassed and useless again. Seeing anger on the face of those who had to butt in to save her life once more, she ran off. Eva went after her. Now, Hane, Krek, Quinton and Xeres are back to the thieves' hideout and wait for the girls to return.
Happy reading! ^_^

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Unaffected by the day’s events, night descended on the City once again. At the hideout, Krek had woken up but Hane was still resting. The three men were sitting around the kitchen’s table where the stolen document had been spread out.

            “So… Nobody knows how to translate that thing?” asked Krek.

            “No,” replied the two others.

            “Don’t you know someone that could?” questioned Quinton to Xeres. “You know everyone, apparently.”

            “Well, historians are not my forte. I play in the underground, remember?”

            “Pfff! What good are you?”

            Xeres stretched a proud, toothy smile when the entrance door creaked open. The three men bounced out of their chairs and piled up in the narrow hallway. Eva came in, followed by Ulie.

            “Where the hell were you?!” scolded Quinton.

            Twice in a day that he had yelled at Ulie… He was really turning into a big brother! Or perhaps, he was adamant about the guardian duty Holly Braser had hired him for. Money might be a good incentive for him. After all, he was born to a rich family!

            “On a quest for information,” replied the teenager, proudly. “That document you got, it’s a fake.”

            “What?!”

            “That doc we stole,” explained Eva as if the concept was difficult to grasp, “it’s not a real one. Apparently, it was forged by a woman named Nimë.”

            Eva looked at Ulie like she wanted to get her approval and Ulie nodded.

            “Yep! I’ve found Nimë at the mansion,” she added. Everyone walked back to the kitchen’s table as Ulie was telling her story. “I didn’t even have to go in; she was getting ready to leave with Handersen and Kaylia and Reizu. But I got there on time, pulled her aside and we talked. I guess she trusts me… She told me everything: they are going on a quest for Terra Fae and she wrote that document herself a while ago on the mayor’s demand. To fool his brother, apparently.”

            “Me?!” exclaimed Quinton.

            “No, not you. The other one…”

            Everyone sat down.

            “Oh… Eryu’s in on this?”

            “Well, I’m guessing he doesn’t know the document is a fake, but yes, apparently, he’s getting ready to launch his own team on the search for the Lost Land.”

            "Wow, this quest is becoming very popular..." commented Krek.

            “Ok, how is anyone going to get there if nobody has a map?” asked Xeres.

            “Well, according to my source,” answered Quinton, “Eryu butted in at a Counsel’s meeting and claimed that Sython had a map…”

            “He does,” acquiesced Ulie. “Only it’s not a piece of paper…”

She had everyone’s attention and savored this moment as long as she could. How’s this for usefulness? she thought, glaring at Eva.

“Well,” pressed Quinton, “if it’s not a piece of paper than what is it?”

After another pause for effect, Ulie dropped the bomb: “It’s Nimë.”