I started revising my NaNoWriMo novel this past month. At the time it was titled Enlightened, but I have since scratched that. Right now the working title is The Dark Man. I’m not exactly enamored with this either, but it’ll do for now:
The bitch would not die.
Vines wove around her limbs and girdled her slight frame, squeezing and crushing. Her once porcelain skin had turned an awkward shade of purple. She should be dead by now, but instead of kicking up her toes like a good little nature spirit, she stood ramrod straight and her stormy grey-blue eyes bore into his.
That was new, refreshing really.