“What a good boy you are,” soothes Ravena, and I want to turn toward her again, want to bask in that praise - Notte sighs. “Must you?” She stops.
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“But how could he guarantee… here you are, with all your free will… things,” I say, waving my hand. “With only Terrance allowed to kill people.” “Yes.” “Then he failed. He completely failed.” Notte sighs. “No. He succeeded.”
A sample from my work-in-progress, Solomon's Choice. Don't forget to join the newsletter for updates! I roll onto my back, marveling again at the lack of weight in my chest.…
Perfect movements, nothing wasted, arching smooth and lunging sharp and landing solid at angles I don’t think human bodies can do, and there are no pauses in their fight, no moments of indecision or rest, and all the while, hypnotic sparks fly overhead like a rainbow shattered. They fight the way music sounds. There is a rhythm, and I want to join the dance.
How that that THING be a person, be a being that thrusts its sentience in my face like a rude too-powerful slap?
It does feel borrowed, like ancient powers I’ve never known know me, and they have come calling my name.
Here I stand in the monument to his beloved gone, alone with the weight of decisions I cannot possibly see the ends of, cannot possibly work out all that will come from my choice, and yet I must make it now.
This smile, this is not a good smile, this is a killing smile with too-wide eyes and too much teeth and more of a snarl than a smile at all.
I am just about to blurt let me go home when the Lord of Night Whispers speaks. “By rights, we should kill you.”
"I am The Mortal’s Doom, and before your mother shed her first infant tears onto the soil of the old world, I was."
I’ve never been a consistent writer - until this year, when I finally figured out how to write daily. For good.
I see two Merits, briefly. While the possibilities for such a thing are lovely, it strikes me as wise not to comment on it.
I’ve never seen children among the Mythos before. I know now why we were never allowed to see them.
Produced via the #CreateIt22: a scene from the new WIP book, SOLOMON'S CHOICE. Typo warning. Also gore warning. That lady exploded real good.
I need to spend time with my son. I think, tonight, we’re both more aware than ever that mine is limited.
Story under construction. Tidbit incoming.
Part of being Ever-Dying is your drive: you explore. It’s why your symbol on the Great Wheel is a boat. You never stop searching, never stop looking, peeking under every shadow, shining light down every hole. You care about why more than we do.
YES! I won!
More snippets! More Notte! I hadn't really planned for him to be in this scene, but here it is, anyway!
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