WIP: Solomon’s Choice – Ravena Takes a Look
“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.
WIP: SOLOMONS’ CHOICE – Bran Says Hello
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WIP: Solomon’s Choice – Biological Weapons
“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.”
WIP: Solomon’s Choice – late-night thoughts
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WIP: Solomon’s Choice – Invitation
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.
WIP: Solomon’s Choice – Dain’s Birth
How that that THING be a person, be a being that thrusts its sentience in my face like a rude too-powerful slap?
WIP: Solomon’s Choice – The Dance
It does feel borrowed, like ancient powers I’ve never known know me, and they have come calling my name.
WIP: Solomon’s (First) Choice
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.
SOLOMON’S CHOICE: A Glimpse of Terrance
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.
Solomon’s Choice: Snippet
I am just about to blurt let me go home when the Lord of Night Whispers speaks. “By rights, we should kill you.”
Notte’s Many Names
"I am The Mortal’s Doom, and before your mother shed her first infant tears onto the soil of the old world, I was."
The City of Az’Kabek
It sounds like exaggeration, does it not? I was there, and it is still difficult to credit.
Notte Snippet: where the Dream have Gone
Tiny yearning tugged at me. What would I find, if I could find my way there?
Unnamed Story With Gray: Snippet
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.
Notte Snippet: The Word of a Friend
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.
NaNoWriMo: The Salted Road
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.
NaNoWriMo Snippet: Heroes
I now present an unedited snippet from Notte, the dramatic hero of my WIP. SO dramatic. Oh my.
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.
Snippet for August (and a personal update)
Flames dance thanks to exothermic reactions, a process that releases energy to its surroundings in the form of heat and light. So did she.
Notte Snippet for May, 2018
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.