Chapter 8 is JUST.NOT.WORKING.
It's driving me crazy. I'm stalled--in the middle of the wedding night, no less--and I need to put it down and let it think about what it's done. I'm happy with it right up until the last few paragraphs, where it all just kinda goes to Harla in a handcart. It doesn't help that I have had a stomach bug or something today and it is suddenly the muggiest, stickiest place in the world here. Rain, already! for cryin out loud!
I'm putting this thing down for a while and hopefully things will be better later. Sorry, guys, I'm trying.