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Varning för crappy engelska, osammanhängande bitar och total förvirring. Här följer en femtedel av vad jag skrivit idag:
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"Alex?"
Alex looked up. His cousin stood over him.
"Hey", he muttered. "Did I fall asleep?"
"Yeah", Nathan smiled crookedly. "Tired?"
Alex sat up, making some space on the couch for his cousin. Nathan sat down and gave him a thoughtful look.
"What are you looking at", Alex muttered self-consciously.
"It's nice to see you sober for once", Nathan replied innocently. "How long has it been now, two months?"
Alex frowned. He knew full well that Nathan was teasing him, but he wasn't in a teasing mood.
"Eleven, thank you very much", he said dourly, "And it has been 18 months since I and Kevin started dating."
"That long, huh? I must remember to thank him för that,"
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"Brandriel?"
Brandriel looked up. The King of Saringourd stood in the doorway, looking tired and anxious.
"Majesty!" Brandriel jumped to his feet. "Are you well?"
King Eirin sighed hevily and sank down on the edge of rooms large bed, by which Brandriel, Consort of the Kings youngest brother, had sat. Brandriel sat down on his chair again.
"What did the healers say", the King asked.
Both King and Consort stole a glance at the Prince Merill, laying pale and still in the bed.
"As long as he survives the poisoning, he will be fine", Brandriel said softly.
King Eirin nodded.
"Not quite the end to the Queen's Hunt that I wanted", he said. "Bloody dragon."
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Elril could not see a path, but if Irestor claimed there was one, who was he to object. He had never set foot in a real forest before, and was hopelessly lost long ago. At least the Elf had promised there was food and clothing at the end of this supposed path. Maybe Irestor lived nearby.
Beside Elril, Zanedithas was shivering in his longshirt. Poor Zen, Elril though, he wasn't used to cold.
"You were right", Zanedithas muttered through gritted teeth. "I do miss my duvet. But Most I think I miss my boots. My toes are going to fall off", he turned to Aylonna. "Can I borrow your shoes for a while?"
Behind him, Adomorn snorted derisivly.
"I don't think you'll want to", Aylonna answered evenly. "They're not very warm, and I think they'd be much to small for you".
"sighed heavily" inte "hevily". Tycker hela det stycket känns lite konstigt. Jag hade hellre skrivit "The King let out a heavy sigh as he sat down on the edge of the large bed." Jag vet inte vad du vill säga med de andra du räknar upp, är det viktigt att de satt där före honom? Isf kanske något i stil med "(in the/he chose the/not knowing blabla sat in the) very same spot (...)". Tror bara man "steal a glance" när man smygtittar, det är alltså inte helt rätt i det här sammanhanget.
"And was hopelessly lost long ago" betyder att han en gång för längesedan var vilse, är det vad du menar? Annars får du formulera dig annorlunda. Typ "He had been hopelessly lost for hours". Tror "he wasn't used to THE cold/temperature" är rätt.
Skippa "do" i "I do miss my duvet", om det inte föregås av att någon frågar specifikt om täcket. Kanske "I miss my duvet, but most of all I miss my boots."
Jag har inte läst de andra kommentarerna, så ber om ursäkt om jag upprepar vad någon annan skrivit. Jag är heller inte bra på att skriva (men läser mycket), och engelska är inte mitt modersmål. :)