WIP: Boy, Is She Persistent
She guided me – taught me, which by design should not have been possible – to never kill children, to avoid the unwisdom of well-armed cities. She
taught me, friend, to stop before my prey would die.
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WIP: Notte Finds Peace
I had discovered a state of existence other than hunger, and I wanted more. Tranquility spins a siren-song of its own.
Notte Snippet: where the Dream have Gone
Tiny yearning tugged at me. What would I find, if I could find my way there?
WIP: For Daws to Peck At
They did not grow old. They never knew illness. They could be injured, but they healed, and they never simply lingered. All this was why Jonathan made no sense.
WIP: For Daws to Peck At
Just a sample from a new story I’m working on. (Context? What’s that?)
This was amazing food.
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.