So having come down off an amazing week spending time with friends, we have driven 900 miles and are now getting to work.
It’s the little things that make me happy. I’m at Pittsburgh Comic-con with artist Celine Chapus, and she just altered my badge to say, “Author in Training.” Yes! *fistpump* (The book behind the badge, btw, is Incarceron by Catherine Fisher. So far, quite good.)
This con is fun. Grown-ups working hard at being imaginative make the best atmosphere – it doesn’t get better. Among others, we met Alain Viesca – fantastic artist – and some other authors in training who found inspiration in Celine’s characters. The talent represented here is phenomenal.
I would be much more coherent, but we drove approximately 16 hours to get here – I’m still a wee bit tired. So for now, you get a brand-new snippet from Witch-Hunter. Enjoy!
I should explain why I’m a witch-hunter. I think it’s a pretty good story.
New City is my home. I was born here, raised here, shuttled back and forth between foster homes. I played in its streets, learned where and where not to go in Central Park. I broke a kid’s arm when he tried to take my lunch money in fifth grade (it was an accident, really). Then I lost all sense of equilibrium when they sent me to a summer camp for “troubled youth” at age twelve.
Summer camps are always owned by the fey. They own most of the land – nature lovers and ecologists, connected to Gaia in some way we poor mere mortals can’t conceive – and renting it out to “help” human children both ups their social cred and provides extra income.
It looked great on paper. It wasn’t.
So what happened at this camp that changed my life, you say? Easy. I broke a kid’s head with a rock before he could set me on fire.
(I swear she’s not a sociopath – just very good at her job.)
More to come later!