You have your whole lifetime beforehand to shape your first book. This is the start of mine. It may be a tad juvenile and require some adjustment.
Thorn's palms rested on his knees, occasionally drifting
upward to his face where he could anxiously gnaw a
knuckle. He sat stiffly and cross-legged on the hard
packed dirt floor; his eyes were closed,
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