I’ve been trying to follow my plan of writing at least 1,500 words per day. Now, I’m not doing perfectly but I keep trying. All of this is rough, but here is another excerpt from what I’m working on.

Arrowbreaker sat at Germian’s bed side, but today she smiled. Greenblade brought them a tray covered with pieces of cheese, breads and smoked, dried meat. She set it on a table that had been placed nearby.
“I can not believe how hungry I am,” Germian said. “It is as though I have not eaten anything in days.”
His wife had told him about his injury and how they had all feared he was going to die.
“I am happy to make you whatever food you want, Father,” Greenblade said. “We are just so relieved that you are well again.”
“It is a miracle,” Arrowbreaker said.
Greenblade smiled and gathered up the dishes from the last meal she’d brought in. Then she went to the kitchen, threw away any scraps and placed the dishes into the washing basin.
As she was cleaning up, she heard Stronghammer’s wagon outside the front door. Greenblade hurried to let her friend in the house. A pot of something delicious smelling was beside her on the wagon.
“Good morning,” Stronghammer said. “I heard the good news. Mother made her famous fish stew for you.”
“Please thank her for us.” Greenblade took the pot and hung it on a hook in the fire pit to stay warm. Stronghammer came into the house and closed the door behind her.
As she took off her coat, she glanced at the bedroom door. “Did you tell them you did it?”
“I do not know it was me,” Greenblade lied. “The Holy One may have heard my mother’s prayers and those of all the priestesses.”
“Perhaps he did, but that does not mean he did not use you.”
Greenblade sighed. “Maybe. Can we keep this to ourselves for right now? My mother is so happy about Father’s recovery. I do not want to make this about me.”
“Make what about you?”
The girls turned and saw Arrowbreaker standing in the doorway of the bedroom.
“Mother,” Greenblade said. “Is there something I can get for you?”
“You can answer my question. What were you talking about? Why would this be about you?” She approached her daughter.
Greenblade bit her lip and glanced at Stronghammer. Her friend didn’t change her expression but she shrugged.
“Mother, I think I may have healed Father.”
“What are you talking about?” Arrowbreaker dropped into one of the chairs near the fire and stared at her daughter. “The Holy One heard our prayers and brought your father back to us.”
Greenblade nodded once and turned to Stronghammer. “See?”
“No.” The legless girl shook her head. “You healed the Honored One’s horse. You healed your father.”
“My husband is not like an animal.” Arrowbreaker’s voice was harsh.
“No, Arrowbreaker. I know that.” Stronghammer wheeled herself closer to Greenblade’s mother. “I did not mean that. What I meant was that Opulent Blade is a larger animal than the lamb or Flamesaber’s wolf. If Greenblade could heal them, why is it so hard to believe that she could have healed her own father?”
“I do not know if she could have,” Arrowbreaker said. “I know she did not. She had no opportunity. I was by his side all the time.”
“Well, Mother, you did come out to the fire to rest last night?”
Arrowbreaker opened her mouth, and Greenblade knew she wanted to argue, but after a moment, she closed her lips again.
“Did you heal him last night?” Her voice was so quiet Greenblade could barely hear it.
“I had to do something, Mother. He was dying.” Greenblade knelt on the floor in front of her mother and took her hands. “I could not bear the thought of him leaving us.”
“You healed him?” Arrowbreaker searched her face.
Slowly, the young girl nodded. “I had to try.”
For a few long moments, during which Greenblade didn’t know what her mother was thinking, they looked at one another without speaking. The crackling of the fire seems so loud in the room.
Suddenly, Arrowbreaker gathered Greenblade into her arms and squeezed her. “Thank you, Daughter. Thank you. You saved him. You saved my mate.”
Greenblade felt her mother’s tears on her neck. Her own tears of happiness joined them after a moment.
As she closed her eyes, overcome by emotion, she felt something tugging at her heart. This wasn’t just the feelings her father’s healing created. It was something more.
She felt as though she no longer belonged here. Something had changed within her. She wouldn’t be happy growing vegetables for Cedarwood anymore.
She had to find other healers.

This is the sixteenth scene in the book. Things are heating up for our heroine.