Chapters 7 and 8 of Part Two, edited! Only 300+ pages to go. Then will be the fun of making the call on whether I need to trim a lot of the novel, or just a little.
Shifting away from Don’t Bleed, this is related to the First Sentence about a coronation that can’t take place:
They created me out of blood and sacrifice, desperation and fear. A powerful combination, and one that can only be broken by the first of those. My blood, my sacrifice, at the hands of the one they linked me to. In a way, it will be like getting murdered by myself.