She screamed.
It isn't my problem, Raslor said to himself. He leaned against the building corner and fiddled with the knife hidden under his cloak. The rain thudded against his hood with steady beats.
She was fighting off muggers, using her shopping bags as ineffectual weapons. It was only a matter of seconds before one ripped and she lost.
He watched as the wound in his thigh throbbed.
Don't get involved. No, get in there.
He stepped forward and threw his knife.
I don't write sexual assault #mficchat Show more
So, many years ago, I decided that I wasn't going to write about sexual assault. It doesn't exist in my world, so no one thinks about it, considers it, or even acknowledges it because it doesn't exist.
Some of this came from the rape-friendly Game of Thrones and the scenes as shock, but also because the PTSD that comes from it dominated the lives of some folks close to me.
The beginning of my books have an explicit statement about this.