It sounds like exaggeration, does it not? I was there, and it is still difficult to credit.
Tiny yearning tugged at me. What would I find, if I could find my way there?
That power. Lips could lie but power could not.
I was in a van with Robin Goodfellow
and some Shadow’s Breath rando, and I had no idea where we were headed.
We carried stories from town to town, transmitting parables like pathogens, connecting people via the thin threads of empathy and imagination who would otherwise never meet.
So many things seem eternal, seem, in the moment, to be without end and culturally permanent scars. The great flood; the memory of dragons; the knowledge that there are demons in the dark.
I now present an unedited snippet from Notte, the dramatic hero of my WIP. SO dramatic. Oh my.
A bit of writing process and a brand-new NOTTE snippet.
The tower was filled with breaking. Breaking wills, breaking minds, breaking cries. At every turn, every landing, even every stairwell, Saqalu draped and twisted, wings out, faces stretched, and if they were aware of me at all, they told me to run.
Flames dance thanks to exothermic reactions, a process that releases energy to its surroundings in the form of heat and light.
So did she.
She sort of… skipped, boots barely touching the treacherous ground, keeping on her feet even as I slipped and staggered and relied solely on her grip to keep me on mine.
Just a short, dark excerpt from my current WIP, Beloved Notte. Enjoy!
“Do those you drink from die?”
“Yes,” I said. “But sometimes, they live.”
This is a work in progress. 🙂 Typos, verb tense problems, and more issues abound, but it’s still pretty fun.
So here’s this thing that I’ve know about forever, but have had no opportunity to talk about yet. It’s called the First War, and was probably one of the most culturally significant things to ever happen among the Mythos.
Notte’s having a really bad day. I won’t give more context for the moment.
Funny story – this snippet doesn’t end up in the finished product. I guess that means it’s on the cutting-room floor?
A slightly longer snippet this time, and one I rather like.
Hey, all! It’s been a while since I posted. I actually have a good reason: homework.
It was some kind of fey soap opera. Falling somewhere between clownish tragedy and romantic comedy, it shone with vibrancy and humor in this dark, underground world.