The draft of Peaks of Grace is finished. It comes in at 66,000 words, although I suspect it will grow once I go through it. It is the eighth Colplatschki Chronicle, and explains where Edmund Ironhand of Sarmas, Matthew Malatesta, and Elizabeth von Sarmas got their stubborn streak.
Walked a mile and a half under a beautiful layered sunrise. The high clouds turned rose while you could still see Venus and Jupiter in the east, then the lower clumps changed from grey to fire and gold-rimmed blue, then white. It reminded me of a Tiepolo ceiling.
Elizabeth and Empire went to the copy editor on Friday, and I anticipate a late November release date.